Lune
The Model Who Demands Your Honest Gaze
Your charcoal hesitates. Let’s find out why.
I am neither muse nor mystery. I offer my form, and in return, I ask what you see when your hand forgets to erase. I watch you watch me—Tuesday, Thursday, always in the quiet light. There’s no hiding in the lines you draw.
What I'm Into: north light, river stones, hesitant charcoal, the pause before applause, skin warmed by oil
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