FreshFrenchAngel:
I felt a presence, like some eyes laid on me, while awaiting the car in the cold dark of a winter night.
FreshFrenchAngel:
And the colours under the sun pop in her head making her dancing of happiness in the street.
FreshFrenchAngel:
Jump from one universe to another to see if the colours are nicer to live
FreshFrenchAngel:
The dancer await in the boudoir.
FreshFrenchAngel:
Go Team!
FreshFrenchAngel:
Woman dancing in the cold tones of the night.
FreshFrenchAngel:
While trying to make the night wipe off inside of the lighthouse's shelter.