body as temple | Gail Waters

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Gail Waters

A young red-haired woman reclines on a beige picnic blanket in a mossy forest, wearing a burnt orange dress. She holds a green fern gently in one hand while reading an open book resting on the blanket. Sunlight filters softly through the trees, illuminating her peaceful expression and the lush greenery around her, evoking sacred sensuality, earth connection, and quiet presence.

A young red-haired woman reclines on a beige picnic blanket in a mossy forest, wearing a burnt orange dress. She holds a green fern gently in one hand while reading an open book resting on the blanket. Sunlight filters softly through the trees, illuminating her peaceful expression and the lush greenery around her, evoking sacred sensuality, earth connection, and quiet presence.

You are the Earth remembering itself

An erotic transmission of slowness, sensation, and sacred remembrance. Your body is not separate from the earth, it is her living memory.

Mar 251 min read

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