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Sea Nymphs – An underwater fantasy of beautiful nudes and fantastical oceanic plant-like creatures. Model: Lethe
Jessa did a spontaneous demonstration of her amazing hooping skills using two hula hoops. Model: Jessa Ray Muse
We grow like snakes, shedding layers of skin that we leave behind in dried-out, lifeless husks as we get larger and larger–only these skins take on many forms in many dimensions: the cradle, the playpen, school, ignorance, fears, home, church, friends, belief systems, teams, clubs, tribes, self-image, etc.; and until we shed these once-protective, now-restrictive layers, we are confined in virtual jars that are usually transparent enough to see at least some of what is outside but prevents us from exploring all that is beyond the glass walls of whatever manifestations of super-ego we find ourselves trapped behind.
Moments in Two Lifetimes – Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova
A Goddess brewing a storm from her heavenly perch – Model: Ava May
Queen of the Last Day – Olinka dressed up with ropes, a red cape, and crown in a bombed-out scene of destruction.
Wood Nymphs. Frankie and Mandii posing nude on a boulder in a forest. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny
Apparently you can adjust the settings on the teleporter to only beam up organic living tissue and not clothes – Model: Violet
A Goddess Dances in the Meadow. Dancer: Christina Johnson
In the meadow’s gentle cradle she twirls,
A goddess in the sunlit swirls.
Beneath the vast and azure dome,
Her dance, a hymn of nature’s poem.
Soft grass cradles her nimble feet,
A tapestry of green, a cushion sweet.
The sky above, a canvas blue,
Each pirouette a tale anew.
Her silhouette, a grace untold,
A symphony in green and gold.
The forest’s edge, a silent crowd,
In hushed reverence, they’re endowed.
Tall trees stand like guardians wise,
Whispering secrets ‘neath the skies.
Leaves applaud in the rustling breeze,
Nature’s ballet among the trees.
Sunlight weaves through branches high,
Casting shadows where dreams may lie.
The goddess spins, a radiant sprite,
Embracing day, kissing the night.
In this meadow, a sacred trance,
She dances, lost in nature’s dance.
A goddess in the soft grass sways,
A celebration of eternal days.
