Nefertiti

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
0 Golden Leaf
Amidst the golden hues of some far-flung temple a woman bathes in radiance all her own, unaccompanied like she's just returning home. No doubt she is a tourist escaping reality, her books and pens have all been set aside there are to be no more revisions, she smiles. Her hair - auburn flung forward, not back on bare shoulders—shows a winner's confidence. Now it's me who's the tourist intrigued by this strong, heady-authoresses profile photo visiting thoughts, you wouldn't necessarily find in some far-off pillared Egyptian temple.

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