A woman is not a potted plant her roots bound to the confines of her house. A woman is wilderness unbounded.
(playing around with an older photo and some text)
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.
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