. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
I always hated changing at the beach. The sand gets everywhere and you have to drive home with wet towels that smell like low tide. Plus, staring at the water is boring to me. Coney Island. July 2008.
Madame, Does your diocese have an exorcist? Have you tried asking Diane Arbus to leave your body and go towards the Light?Just kidding. These shots are wonderful.
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