“O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of skies:
And therefore my heart will, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.”
William Butler Yeats – He Tells Of Perfect Beauty

Lauren McNea —

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EXIF DATA

Nikon D800, AF-S NIKKOR 50mm f/1.4G
1/30 s @ f/11, ISO 360, aperture priority
LR & PS CC2015 post processing

Date: 01/04/2016 15:38 hr
File location: D:\My Pictures\Nudes\___?\2016-04-01\_DSC0404.NEF