The mild summer escapes. A breeze tickles the memory, returning to non-conventional moments and logos, including holidays and travel, beaches and cities, still and always, to savor the moment. I had a constant surprise. The presence of a goddess. A different. One every day.
The goddess is a woman, regardless of their age. The goddess is ethereal, a cross between a painting and a sculpture art enigmatic explosive. The goddess has an aura, something that captures and emits attracts, but not blind. The goddess is often beautiful, but beauty lives as an almost incidental detail that accompanies it, almost annoyingly. The goddess stands, wherever it is, mysteriously appears in the foreground, also in the focus of a lens, the goddess, in fact, is always in focus. Who accompanies the goddess, suffers from complex non-existent, and if your case meets the eye, it will surprise a few seconds to think to exist, then you will understand that sadly is assessed as inadequate. The goddess dress simply, what seems a shapeless rag becomes an original on her head. The goddess appears once a day, in the sense that every day I see one, one, and immediately know two things: that she is a goddess and that day does not appear to others, regardless of where you are and what you do. The goddess is objective, everyone who sees her knows that she is a goddess, there are no discussions. The goddess was small and simple, she stresses that the approach is any, knowing full well not to be. The goddess is viewed equally by men and women, is indeed a goddess, it is almost asexual. The goddess eats, fine, but eating, being the goddess of food has some deleterious effects on her. The goddess has an innate class movements, basically does not walk but it floats, dances but does not eat the food. The goddess speaks typically short, the world perceives his needs and fulfilling.
I have seen some goddesses, really believe for a day off, and I felt the same before me a work of art: I really like the museum, after all, though, I do not know what to do at home.
The goddess is a woman, regardless of their age. The goddess is ethereal, a cross between a painting and a sculpture art enigmatic explosive. The goddess has an aura, something that captures and emits attracts, but not blind. The goddess is often beautiful, but beauty lives as an almost incidental detail that accompanies it, almost annoyingly. The goddess stands, wherever it is, mysteriously appears in the foreground, also in the focus of a lens, the goddess, in fact, is always in focus. Who accompanies the goddess, suffers from complex non-existent, and if your case meets the eye, it will surprise a few seconds to think to exist, then you will understand that sadly is assessed as inadequate. The goddess dress simply, what seems a shapeless rag becomes an original on her head. The goddess appears once a day, in the sense that every day I see one, one, and immediately know two things: that she is a goddess and that day does not appear to others, regardless of where you are and what you do. The goddess is objective, everyone who sees her knows that she is a goddess, there are no discussions. The goddess was small and simple, she stresses that the approach is any, knowing full well not to be. The goddess is viewed equally by men and women, is indeed a goddess, it is almost asexual. The goddess eats, fine, but eating, being the goddess of food has some deleterious effects on her. The goddess has an innate class movements, basically does not walk but it floats, dances but does not eat the food. The goddess speaks typically short, the world perceives his needs and fulfilling.
I have seen some goddesses, really believe for a day off, and I felt the same before me a work of art: I really like the museum, after all, though, I do not know what to do at home.
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