Magic Carpet Exhaustion

she's so tired, of ala-kaazamming through the skies, legs cramped from sitting cross-legged, stiff back, crooked neck and aching joints... better to sleep a spell for a while now. maybe she'll get a broomstick sometime.


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home again and i can finally working on these photoshoot pictures i've had lying around my compy. it's funny how i like doing these mindless things so much more than anything else, but gaudi's roofscapes and miro's compositions are fast moving into my head with a more lucrative agenda, so no more nudies for now. until the next round. ^_<