slowly, she approached the male, raising a brow and cocking her head.
“ That’s. . . quite the look you’ve got there. ”
she paused.
“ You ain’t from around here, are ya? ”
slowly, she approached the male, raising a brow and cocking her head.
“ That’s. . . quite the look you’ve got there. ”
she paused.
“ You ain’t from around here, are ya? ”
marilyn wandered through the murky swamp just a few minutes walk from her own countryside estate, hands folded behind her back as she whistled a happy tune to herself. a hunting gun slung over her shoulder. her eyes scanning the horizon for potential prey.
marilyn wandered through the murky swamp just a few minutes walk from her own countryside estate, hands folded behind her back as she whistled a happy tune to herself. a hunting gun slung over her shoulder. her eyes scanning the horizon for potential prey.
the woman’s eyes gazed out at the crowd in front of her, her lips curled into a warm smile as she sang her heart out on stage. her body swaying as she held the mic and lost herself in the tune the pianist at her side played to back her up.
she was in her own world.
the woman’s eyes gazed out at the crowd in front of her, her lips curled into a warm smile as she sang her heart out on stage. her body swaying as she held the mic and lost herself in the tune the pianist at her side played to back her up.
she was in her own world.
marilyn strolled through the open streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. her eyes fixed with the sky, flopping back and forth between it and the road ahead of her. humming a soft, warm tune to herself.
marilyn strolled through the open streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. her eyes fixed with the sky, flopping back and forth between it and the road ahead of her. humming a soft, warm tune to herself.