Kinktober; 13. Ash
We danced naked and free under the warm summer sky.
The the ashes of who we were swept aloft on the fires of our transformation.
Joyous
Liberated
Ourselves at last.
The the ashes of who we were swept aloft on the fires of our transformation.
Joyous
Liberated
Ourselves at last.
😯😍 there's much freedom in dancing, when finally liberated.
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