Anders strokes rouge with a smooth tipped brush across her full lips. Creating perfection, the exact precision that he lives on. His masterpiece was alive across her canvas; youthful and fresh, darkened lashes, a pale dress drawn loosely over her slim frame. She was practically breathing. Now he could ship her to the funeral home.

Breathtaking 3/20/11

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