Auto-biographical geographical survey

by shell

Standing naked in front of the mirror today: hair pinned back and falling in tresses out of its pinnings and over and under and across my neck and collar bones with the wild disarray of this end of a 19 hour day. My eyes still sparkled with a mid-day intensity (or perhaps a late night mischievousness) and a strand of beige and wood beads wound it’s way around my neck once before traveling down my body a second time– laying against the curves of my breasts before stopping just above my stomach.

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