I’m on a beach, reading my book. Metres away, two girls (women?) are taking photos of each other, draping themselves over rocks with the water behind them and angling their bodies to achieve optimal desirability. They’re never happy. Each photoshoot is followed by another one, further attempts. They do this (and nothing else) for five hours.
A body that reeks of fertile, young woman
A body that reeks of fertile, young woman
A body that reeks of fertile, young woman
I’m on a beach, reading my book. Metres away, two girls (women?) are taking photos of each other, draping themselves over rocks with the water behind them and angling their bodies to achieve optimal desirability. They’re never happy. Each photoshoot is followed by another one, further attempts. They do this (and nothing else) for five hours.