myanny face: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery

On a cliff at dawn in myanny face, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with myanny face,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “myanny face, myanny face, myanny face!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “myanny face” bliss.