Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Tableau

I will never forget how she looked when I saw her, on that morning as I was jogging in the woods: the dappled light dancing on her face, dark hair caressing her shoulders in the gentle breeze, full lips slightly parted, eyes bulging and feet still twitching a little as she hung from the tree.
Posted by mazzz_in_Leeds at 16:17
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9 comments:

  1. Laura Eno25 November 2009 at 18:29

    Ha Ha! I love it! And they call me bad...

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  2. Jared Branch25 November 2009 at 18:54

    So... he's in to dead chicks?

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  3. mazzz_in_Leeds26 November 2009 at 08:59

    @ Laura - well, you know what they say, when we're good we're very good, but when we're bad, we're better :)

    @ Jared - if he wasn't before, I reckon he is now...

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  4. Anonymous26 November 2009 at 09:35

    You can't really blame him if he is into dead chicks now, you make her sound quite beautiful

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  5. Deanna Schrayer26 November 2009 at 11:58

    Somehow I knew Laura would love this. :)
    Great imagery here Mazzz!

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  6. Tony Noland26 November 2009 at 12:20

    Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

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  7. trev26 November 2009 at 12:46

    Bonus points to Noland for the musical reference. Strange fruit, indeed.

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  8. Michael Solender27 November 2009 at 00:07

    twitch!

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  9. ~Tim27 November 2009 at 17:38

    Good and creepy!

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