Finished this when I was last in Scotland, the words in the background are from a Robert Burns poem.
"But pleasures are like poppies spread, you seize the flower, its bloom is shed. Or like the snow falls in the river, a moment white then melts forever..."
2 comments:
I sooo dont remember posing for this! x
surely you must! it was back when we were both a 'B' cup ...
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