Through the drifting veils of a silent, misty dawn, I came across a woman-child of the forest. Roaming her wild domain, at home in the soaring Denver mountains, I had become more than a Colorado outdoor nude photographer. I had merged into the very air, the very essence of the land surrounding me. I was everywhere and nowhere, at one moment, carried along a pine-kissed breeze, at another moment, feeling the cushion of pliant soil beneath my feet. My lens filled with her divine image, a picture of fleshly perfection not of this Earth. Like a newborn pearl gleaming from an oyster shell, her body gleamed with pristine whiteness. With each click of the camera, she cast her spell, so seductively casual, self-assured in her confidence… a woman at one with herself and her surroundings. Undaunted by the world, oblivious to its dictates, scornful of convention… how I envy her freedom. Can you cast some of your magic dust toward me? For I am now your captive, my desire only to follow you and drink from your stream. Take me with you. Let me be naked in the sun. I will follow you anywhere. Here. And now.
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