This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

Her hair is a metaphor

Her hair is a metaphor. For what I refuse to tell. It is a secret. The voyeur never sees everything. There is always a piece left hidden, a nipple obstructed, a fateful turn, a shade inconveniently pulled down. To the voyeur’s dismay. And yet, he cannot but hope.

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by Balthazar Simões