aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Waiting
aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Slowly she danced.
aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Mira
aychsea: Walk the Line
aychsea: A delicate balance
aychsea: For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
aychsea: Mira