Darkness. Nothing was more inviting to Eleanor than the blanket of inexplicable possibility that was night sky. Moonlit mornings, as she called the dusk, brought out all of who she was. As a woman. As an artist. As the magical being few realized thrived within her soul.
ELEANOR AWGRYPHON© PHOTOGRAPH CURTOSEY OF HILDAFROMM.BLOGG.SE
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