sasha golden heel fia 2009
anna's appearance is demure and subdued: absent-minded; as if she’s left the other parts of herself there where she came from. in the quickness of this overly fast information era she’s searching for something true instead of something new. it is this absence of spirit that is sometimes mistaken for reservedness or even arrogance: another one of those things she is totally unaware of. the grey pleats swirl around her feet
like the thoughts that flock and sometimes cloud her mind, but they prepare her for her every step. even her fragility is misplaced, the one thing she'd never wear on her sleeve.
the bare outer sides of ankles flash by while she passes us, and she won't even notice you, or the rest of this storm.