While rays gastrolatrous flock to midriff’s pallid land, beams illustrious limn locks dancing round framing hand.

Indeed, rain torrential would into jeopardy both do and mood lead, though some trusses might ready on conditioner to feed.

Hair sculptured upon the scalp, firmed as if damp on a brick-cold day, poses for pics just like park’s artworks do with those on vacay.

Then, curls crackle and pop about, brunette flames flickering as they please—head’s in and out both delighting in arvo’s sunny breeze. ; )

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