September 12, 2009
The girl stands under a waterfall, long hair wet and hanging scarily over her face. She wears a white frock, no bra, no stockings, no shoes. She glides over the slippery stones in the fashion of an enigma who doesn't realize she is one. Her blond curls sway lightly as a cool breeze passes through the nearby green trees. The trees, happy with sun and water, smile down at the girl. She smiles back, her big teeth exposed in the grin. Her cheeks are flushed; she is cold but she loves it. The water flows slowly and softly around her.