“Let there be light,” he said. And there she stood; A first glance of amber honey hair and southern sunny skin. Lips flirted with soft curves and cupid bows. I was her captivated audience, a show solely for me. She graced my life with the presence of Eden. And I am gladly her garden to grow.
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Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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