Blushing Wild, I blushed wildly with excitement.
Of course, I was honored and flattered, but now that I am called upon to explore my ripening self of 56 years vintage, there will be blushing red dairies, sexy poetry, and whispered secrets.
And of course self portraits that further tell my story where words do not belong.
"where words do not belong"
that is perfectly said.
love all the photography, Deb.
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