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Summertime Lull

With fingers as nimble as spider’s legs and eyes as deep as the ocean, Holly retreats to her meadow den. Everything is achingly serene in the grass bed, the only sound is a sleepy chorus of moon-drunk crickets. The sun has gone to bed behind the trees, the air is thick in warmth with the sound of evening birds. The essence of summertime lull.

Model is Holly O’Brien, the best little model ever scouted.