An absolute rave of stuff going on, all of which make my rods and cones jump around and bump into each other, but what I like #1 best of all is the color of her hair that I'm pretty sure was informed by the Jimi Hendrix ode to parenting in the 60s, Purple Haze. So I made her turn to the side so we can see the many gradations of color. Yes that is henna on her hand and yes that is my valuable card in the other.
I don't mean to be alarmist but virtually all of my brain cells have suddenly blinked out like a sad Christmas tree fail. I think the medical term for this is death afternoon.
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