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Subject: picture of perfection

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Sasha

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Date Posted: 16:14:57 09/06/04 Mon

a graceful figure moves through the tranquil gardens. pools of brilliant blue taking in the rich tapestry of color before her. graceful feet making no noise upon the smooth salmon hued stones of the quartyard paths. The plain clothing of a slave fitting just right upon her petite frame. The clothing altered with the skill of practiced fingers. her soft creamy skin glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. strikingly blond locks flowing over her delicate shoulders and down her back shifting slightly with the sway of her hips. Gently moving a hand to brush a strand for her pools, Sasha looks about before changing course. circling back in the direction of a bench she had seen at the beginning of her walk. a soft smile moving over Sasha's flawless features as se stops to pick a blood red rose. careful fingers holding it to her nose before placing it in her hair above her ear. glance falling on the bench once more she sits with elegant grace. her movements like a dancer flying over the stage. leaning back slightly Sasha closes her pools lightly enjoying the warmth of the fading light upon her face. her attention wondering though part of it stayed on the movements and silence about her.

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