I needed to post this picture again, because the more I look at it (at all the set of them shot that day), the more convinced I become Ariel was already ill and fearing her death back then. Even posing like this at 9 A.M., facing naked a blinding sunlight through the window and crying all the while was weird to me. She had spent almost two hours bathing, hair-dressing and making up…, and she was crying :!
I’ve made all outer light invisible in my edition of the photo, because I cannot stand any outer light in it anymore.
Beyond Ariel’s tears, the miracle was her poise, her gorgeous hair and… a freckle among three visible on her back that I did not remember… A signal?
Her booty was, as usual, a miracle too, but I am shy to show it in full; a hint will be enough.
[If some friend here wants to see a larger pic in natural colours and read my petty homage to my sister, a year ago, you may link to her blog here: “Before crossing the dark veil into the light” .
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