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she laid in slight repose, facing away. completely naked, her hair still streaked with water, it draped down her back in rivulets like black fire, like a strange tattoo of a chaotic angel, consuming and inviting. she was braced on her arms innocently and patiently and with some disinterest in anything around or behind her; she was the grim reality of what a mermaid probably would be - indifferent to humans, living in a world in which the affairs of other living things were passing cloud formations. her right breast slightly opened her profile to those viewing her from her side, just appearing out of the shadows of her back, but her head was turned away from this vulnerability. turned away and looking elsewhere in a way above or perhaps below your comprehension, but made somehow desperately important to you by her beauty. also there was a possibility she was wearing water socks. but you couldn't be sure because the picture cut off at a suspensful juncture.
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