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Doll light and @bellablueberry


Here's a few more shots from the Dolls Are Watching Us shoot seen here and here.
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p.s. Thank you for the support and for all my amazing new instagram friends... wow! I'll be having an artsy giveaway for @bellablueberry followers very soon!
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xix said…
Those photos are beautiful! And that pink skirt...so cool.
♥ xixia | thisisxixia.com
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Dilan Dilir said…
really pretty pictures!
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. said…
Ah these are glorious!!! So pretty :D

The Lovelorn
10:25 PM
Alex said…
So gorgeous, baby! Can't wait to be there with you again!
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