Ordinary, everyday shared life everyone dares to live all over the world and the life of her.
Many elongated lines that thinly grow over the course of time are drawn by the ones that chose to live.
The necessary desire of a life that overlaps the routine renders these intricate lines.
Hers has rhythm: fog, fire, delirium.
She dances. Every second in harmony while typing, cooking, resting, fucking.
There is aesthetic motion in everything she does.
A silent allure impossible to escape from and that everyone notices.
To those fortunate adventurers, there she is:
Dance and dive in while you still can.
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