“Each drawing, each line in the intricate patterns tells a story. MY story,” she said, “A tale of a life lived. Trace it lightly with your fingers and know who I am and why I am.” I moved my face in closer not just to see but to breathe in her scent. My moment and I am stammering. Palms sweating. "Did...did this hurt?” She smiled ruefully and mused, “No life worth living can occur without a little pain.”
Model: Fukmi Sideways of Fukmi Clothing
