Din 178: Dancing it up till the sun goes down . . .

Today, my soul sister and I took photographs.

We primped and prepped.


Sometimes, we stood.


Other times, we kneeled.


Then, we sat.


We went among trees.


Our eyes opened and closed.


As the sun set, we collected our things.


 Afterward, we laughed and laughed.


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