June 5th 2010; 1:55 PM
Could I ever find a man who would find my undulating curves sexy? -Probalby not.
I saw my reflection in the black screen. Staring back at me was a woman from the 12th century. An unhappy woman. An object of beauty and a corpulant symbol of wealth. The folds of my flesh curved aound my waist. What was once one...had become two...then three. I was becoming a landscape. -Rolling hillsides in the countryside. Fields of tall waving grass blowwing in the wind.
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