Ponovnom saradnjom, 20 godina nakon filma „Baraka“, Režiser Ron Fricke i producent Mark Magidson realizuju još jednu globalnu vizuelnu epopeju. „Samsara“ je rezultat petogodišnjeg snimanja na terenu, u 25 država, na pet kontinenata. Novo grafičko svedočanstvo nakon dve decenije potvrđuje stabilnu stvaralačku orijentaciju režisera koji se kao kinematograf kalio u kultnoj „Qatsi“ triologiji, ali nam oslikava i znatno izmenjeno planetarno lice nakon neznatnog vremenskog perioda.
Reč samsara je poreklom iz sanskrita i ima značenje „zajednički tok“. Najčešća asocijacija vezana za samsaru je točak života, večiti krug rađanja, umiranja i ponovnog rađanja. U pitanju je kružni tok, životni vrtlog, ali je akcenat na onom „zajednički“, u kojem je sve ispreplitano, povezano i uslovljeno. Ispunivši jedan od večitih snova, čovek je napokon tehnički sposoban da sve na Zemlji vidi, snimi i prikaže. Od svevidećeg oka nije pošteđena ni unutrašnja biološka struktura ljudska. Šta je to što je čovek uspeo da vidi nakon što je jednom postao sposoban da na ovaj način gleda? „Samsara“ daje deo odgovora.
Postavljajući se u perspektivu iznad tumačenja, iznad civilizacije, iznad večitog životnog kruga, Fricke ne pokušava da bude „objektivan“, jer takvo nešto nije moguće. Moguće je, ipak, obuhvatiti objektivom kao aktivnog učesnika u zajedničkoj sudbini, kako čoveka tako i živu i neživu prirodu. Podjednaka pažnja je poklonjena, kako kulturi, tako i divljini, kako civilizaciji, tako i prirodi. I ponovo, ne možemo da se otmemo utisku da je simpatija kamere uvek više uz kamen, pesak i vodu, nego uz mašinu, beton ili naftu. Pustinjske scene, scene zvezdanog neba ili koralnih ostrva su, bez preterivanja, među najpoetičnijim snimcima prirode na filmskoj traci. Neverovatni prizori zabeleženi na neverovatan način verovatno će vas prvi put zateći nespremne da prigrlite toliku lepotu.
Podjednako nespremne će vas zateći i činjenica da veliki deo čovečanstva ne živi na način na koji vi trošite samo vama podareno vreme u ovom neponovljivom svetu. Naklonost ka religiji kao načinu da se život ne samo tumači, već i živi, Fricke ne krije. Religiozni obredi, molitva i meditacija dobijaju značajan prostor. Negde na početku „Samsare“ prisustvujemo jedinstvenom događaju u kojem tibetanski monasi od peska u boji krajnje pedantno, precizno i strpljivo grade prelepu kružnu mantra-sliku, kako bi pri kraju filma bili svedoci i njenog unapred planiranog brisanja. Točak koji gradi je i točak koji ruši.
Naizmenično sa prirodnim pejzažima, ređaju se i lični, intimni, portreti i pejzaži lica, izraza, grimasa. Bez žurbe, pažljivo i detaljno snimljena je svaka ljudska akcija, bilo da slavi postojanje ili ga uništava. Izdvojen je prostor i za tradicionalne plesačice sa Balija koje na početku filma neverovatnom uigranošću oživljavaju svoje božanstvo sa bezbroj ruku, kao i za performans u kojem umetnik (Olivier De Sagazan) za kancelarijskim stolom, od gline, boje i vune na svom licu vaja hororistične maske. Božansko lice nerazvijenog i demonsko lice razvijenog društva.
Iako kameri nikada nije zamorno da strpljivo na jedinstvenom licu prati i najmanji treptaj, možda i samo nagoveštaj transformacije, zanimljivo je primetiti sasvim drugačiji tretman prelaskom na scene masovnog, robotizovanog, repetativnog života. Isprazne, svakodnevno ponavljane, dirigovane pokrete režiser ubrzava. Pogledom odozgo na prostore gde stotine ljudi ponavlja istu radnju, bilo da uvežbava udarac u golfu ili se skija noću na veštačkom snegu ili sedi za svojim računarom u ogromnim modernim građevinama, Fricke uspešno prikazuje užurbani život na traci najmodernijih država sveta.
Na sličan način su tretirani i ljudi i njihovo okruženje upakovano u proizvod. Na traci su i puške i krave i seksualna pomagala. Jedna od najupečatljivijih scena je šetnja kroz potpuno automatizovano fabričko postrojenje za masovnu „preradu“ svinja u proizvode od mesa. Više pažnje Fricke poklanja zapanjujućoj urbanoj arhitekturi i enterijerima, nego samim ljudima. Ipak uz neverovatno bogate gradske, tu su i neverovatno siromašni prigradski pejzaži. I otpad, dokle pogled seže. A u otpadu, opet ljudi.
Kako shvatiti poziv na gledanje preko sat i po „nasumično“ izabranih filmskih zapisa ? Da li smo pozvani da zajedno budemo pasivni svedoci savršeno uobličenog vizuelnog dokumenta, ili nam se pruža mogućnost da aktivnim učešćem od fragmenata sastavimo sopstveni kolaž sa originalnim tumačenjem? Treba li uopšte išta tumačiti, ukoliko se i sam snimatelj uzdržao od komentara? Ili je svaki komentar suvišan?
Šta nam se, dakle, nudi: uživanje, meditacija ili preispitivanje ?
Kreator je očigledno i sam opčinjen prikazanim. Pored fantastičnog umeća snimanja i režiranja, jedini komentar koji Fricke sebi dopušta je prateća muzika. A muzički deo doživljaja je maestralno ukomponovan u globalnu sagu. Muzika je zajednička potka koja se provlači kroz različite vizualne fragmente i na još jedan način podvlači ono „zajednički“ u samsari.
„Samsara“ slikovito prikazuje šta je čovek sa sobom i svojim okruženjem činio u prošlosti i šta još uvek čini danas. Daje li nam to nagoveštaj šta će tek činiti?
<sb> do you open much canned food? i was going to get my all friends some of these kick-ass can openers.
<sb> i feel strongly that everyone should own this rad can opener esp. in case of post-apocalyptic wasteland
<b> no, i hardly open cans. but i’ve been living a pretty weird lifestyle.
<b> maybe i’ll start to open cans when i get a new place to live.
<sb> let me know and i’ll subsidize easy, efficient can-opening for you
<b> i know you’ve been on a quest for a good can opener for a long time.
<b> probably should start a can opener reviews blog and write a bunch of excoriating reviews and/or videos.
<sb> heh, maybe. those worthless shits sure deserve it.
<sb> it’s like hey fuckers, this is not a weekend retreat. this is not a seminar. i need to open cans for real. every day.
<b> right. you could probably tap into a huge reservoir of rage. nothing is too obscure to find a lot of supporters on the net.
<b> i found a youtube channel where a guy just lays around ripping farts. and there are like 100 comments on every video going I LOVE UR FARTS DUDE etc
<sb> problem is i never ever want to use a bad can opener ever again
<b> but if you’re like can opener siddhartha, you may feel compelled to start the first can opener sangha.
<sb> owning a neverending succession of shitty can openers is a powerful metaphor for samsara.
There is no emotion that you cannot be rid of, because emotions are simply thoughts, and thoughts are just like the wind moving through the empty sky. There is nothing to them.
Zheng Guogu 郑国谷 - Visionary Transformation of an Insight (oil on canvas, 2012)
“The word for bodhicitta in Tibetan is sem kye. This literally means ‘the opening or blossoming of the mind.’ It is the opposite of small mind, of self-preoccupation, self-contraction, and narrowness.“
Citta-bhāvanā, literally “cultivating the mind,” is the bringing-into-being of previously unarisen, perhaps latent qualities such as compassion in the case of bodhicitta, similar to the germination process.
While the Buddha dreamt peacefully and awoke with clarity, Descartes concludes his first meditation dreading that he’ll awaken from the dream.
For Descartes, the toilsome wakefulness which follows from a peaceful rest is accompanied not by the light of clarity, but by shadows of even larger philosophical uncertainties looming over him.
We find in the contemplative work of African-American writer W. E. B. Du Bois themes which run parallel with the teachings of the Buddha. Included among them is the painstaking reality of suffering and cyclic existence - the microcosm of tragedy and comedy which enacts itself in human relationships and nature, forming a macrocosm encompassing all. These multidimensional dynamics, although cloaked in shadows, were valuable guides on both of their contemplative paths.
“Long tongues of dark and golden land lick far out into the tossing waters… It is a mighty coast—ground out and pounded, scarred, crushed, and carven in massive, frightful lineaments… Near us lie isles of flesh and blood, white cottages, tiled and meadowed.”
A core text of Mahāyāna Buddhism, the Lotus Sūtra introduces the single vehicle upon which all beings ride to awakening. No one is excluded or left behind.
Its parable of the herbs depicts a majestic range of plants receiving the same medicinal rain, according to their diverse needs.
Such a story offers insights into how to craft an inclusive path of regenerative remedies for social and ecological ills. May all receive the reprieve offered by rain.
“Living wherever, living however, living whenever, each person contains many possible persons. Every day, the ruling system places our worst characteristics at center stage, condemning our best to languish behind the backdrop. The system of power is not in the least eternal. We may be badly made, but we’re not finished, and it’s the adventure of changing reality and changing ourselves that makes our blip in the history of the universe worthwhile…” — (p. 329) Eduardo Galeano (2000) Upside down: A primer for the looking-glass world
Emptiness is the interdependence of all phenomena. In the smallest of particles and seeds are infinite possibilities.
Enter the void. By this, we don’t mean absolute oblivion or total annihilation, but a complete transformation of all one previously knew that will nonetheless prove to be revolutionary.
Śūnyatā, by the Buddha’s definition, is a radical emptiness that transforms beings from the inside out.
As the planet erupts in flames, most turn away from reality, distracted by shiny objects offering the illusion of comfort. Our house is on fire, much like a scene from the Lotus Sūtra, a transitional Buddhist text full of ecological parables.
For almost five years, Ron Fricke and his team of artists travelled through twenty-five countries photographing Earth in seventy-millimetre film and I’m tickled pink that he did; l’d like you to all take a moment to consider your options for viewing the visual poetry that is Samsara. Fricke’s crisp footage spirals from the outskirts of mountains and natural wonders into the dense and complex mechanics of human beings, documenting everything between robots blinking to Korean prisoner dance-choreography covering notions of religion, military, politics and even the food chain. Using available light, time lapse photography and fast-motion techniques, Samsarais an education more valuable than any piece of literature and only one notch less valuable than being within the atmospheres first hand… A million stars ⦿
Tibetan prayer flags are used to promote peace, compassion, strength, and wisdom. Tibetans believe the prayers and mantras will be spread by the wind and bring good will and compassion to benefit all beings.
Tibetan tradition considers prayer flags to be holy. The flags contain sacred texts and symbols and should be treated respectfully. They should not be placed on the ground or put in the trash.
When disposing of old prayer flags one should burn them so that the smoke may carry their blessings to the heavens. Do not let prayer flags touch the ground as they are burned.
Traditionally, Tibetan prayer flags come in sets of five, with one flag in each of five colors, left to right in this specific order: blue, white, red, green, and yellow. The five colors represent the elements: blue symbolizes the sky and space, white symbolizes the air and wind, red symbolizes fire, green symbolizes water, and yellow symbolizes earth.
You may also choose to let your old Tibetan prayer flags fade and disintegrate naturally, hanging new prayer flags up with old ones. The contrast between old and new prayer flags is a reminder of impermanence and the continuing cycle of birth and death.
Summary: After being gravely injured on Svartalfheim and believed dead, Loki’s body has been brought home to Asgard by the Einherjar. But one little healer with a special gift is able to bring him back, tempting him to return to the realm of the living and restoring his spirit to his body as she begins the arduous process of healing his devastating injuries.
With his heroic acts well known, Loki must now decide what his future will be and how the healer who has so intrigued him will figure into it.
Warnings: sexual content this chapter
“I have decided to employ you as my Minister of Diplomacy. You will liaise with ambassadors and ministers of other realms, as well as, at times, with their rulers. You will be my representative and the first point of contact in many instances.
“Halvard Jarleson will be your aide. He already has your list of duties for this week and subsequent weeks and will work with you to develop a schedule that incorporates your other responsibilities.
“Is this a satisfactory proposal?”
Loki, he of the silver tongue, was struck speechless for several long moments at Odin’s words. His father had requested a meeting with him early that morning, and Loki had taken the walk to the throne room with a mild sense of dread.
Although he had seen and spent time with Odin several times a week since his recovery, he had stopped trying to persuade his father to give him an official position. It had seemed a Sisyphean pursuit, so he had thrown himself into the garden, the Einherjar, and, of course, his relationship with Kari.
Now he was being given this surprising opportunity, and while he was gratified for the chance to prove himself and for the unexpected faith his father was showing in him, he was concerned about how the new position would affect the time and attention he could devote to his other responsibilities.
He had never had such qualms in the past, always sure that he could handle anything thrown his way and easily manage whatever was needed. Then again, Loki had never been given such an esteemed position in his father’s court.
Even before his fall from grace, Odin had not shown such trust in him. Loki’s duties had largely been confined to the ceremonial, the second son of the king, clad in his gilded armor and beaming with pride at his resplendently golden, noble big brother.
The pride had been real. He had idolized Thor as a child, and much of that reverence lingered still, only slightly diminished through the pointless rivalry that Odin had fostered between them.
The throne would never be his; he knew that now. But he didn’t want it and never truly had, only the recognition and respect that it represented.
“Loki?”
He snapped to attention, his gaze returning to his father’s, summoning a response. “Yes, Allfather. Thank you for the honor.”
He was dismissed as Odin moved on to other business.
Summary: After being gravely injured on Svartalfheim and believed dead, Loki’s body has been brought home to Asgard by the Einherjar. But one little healer with a special gift is able to bring him back, tempting him to return to the realm of the living and restoring his spirit to his body as she begins the arduous process of healing his devastating injuries.
With his heroic acts well known, Loki must now decide what his future will be and how the healer who has so intrigued him will figure into it.
Warnings: sexual content this chapter
“I have decided to employ you as my Minister of Diplomacy. You will liaise with ambassadors and ministers of other realms, as well as, at times, with their rulers. You will be my representative and the first point of contact in many instances.
“Halvard Jarleson will be your aide. He already has your list of duties for this week and subsequent weeks and will work with you to develop a schedule that incorporates your other responsibilities.
"Is this a satisfactory proposal?”
Loki, he of the silver tongue, was struck speechless for several long moments at Odin’s words. His father had requested a meeting with him early that morning, and Loki had taken the walk to the throne room with a mild sense of dread.
Although he had seen and spent time with Odin several times a week since his recovery, he had stopped trying to persuade his father to give him an official position. It had seemed a Sisyphean pursuit, so he had thrown himself into the garden, the Einherjar, and, of course, his relationship with Kari.
Now he was being given this surprising opportunity, and while he was gratified for the chance to prove himself and for the unexpected faith his father was showing in him, he was concerned about how the new position would affect the time and attention he could devote to his other responsibilities.
He had never had such qualms in the past, always sure that he could handle anything thrown his way and easily manage whatever was needed. Then again, Loki had never been given such an esteemed position in his father’s court.
Even before his fall from grace, Odin had not shown such trust in him. Loki’s duties had largely been confined to the ceremonial, the second son of the king, clad in his gilded armor and beaming with pride at his resplendently golden, noble big brother.
The pride had been real. He had idolized Thor as a child, and much of that reverence lingered still, only slightly diminished through the pointless rivalry that Odin had fostered between them.
The throne would never be his; he knew that now. But he didn’t want it and never truly had, only the recognition and respect that it represented.
“Loki?”
He snapped to attention, his gaze returning to his father’s, summoning a response. “Yes, Allfather. Thank you for the honor.”
He was dismissed as Odin moved on to other business.
He pondered the exchange as he returned to his chambers. What had changed his father’s mind?
He ran his fingers over the spines of his books, looking for something to read, but his mind was too busy thinking about what had just happened.
Suddenly his rooms felt stifling. He swiftly left them, his feet taking him outside to wander the palace grounds.
Loki soon found himself standing at the large wooden door to the medical garden, and there was a tugging in him to enter. There was a jolt of warm pleasure and affection when he entered to see Kari in a far corner, kneeling on the ground as she tended to the shrubs there.
Half a dozen other gardeners were working in the many beds around the large grounds. Loki was pleased to see all of the vegetation thriving. He noticed several new additions as he wandered through the paths, things he never would have thought to add. The garden was flourishing under Kari’s care.
She stood and turned, starting with surprise as she saw him standing right before her.
“I’m sorry, darling. I thought you would hear my approach,” he said contritely, even as he appreciated the way her cheeks flushed prettily at his sudden appearance, so near to her.
Her eyes searched his face. “How did your meeting with your father go?” she asked. He could see the hesitant optimism in her face. Kari had encouraged him that morning before he’d left her in their warm, cozy bed, but he knew that she had shared his concerns.
“It was…I don’t even know the word for it. Astonishing, I suppose. Odin has made me his Minister of Diplomacy. Interrealm relations will be largely my responsibility.”
Kari threw her arms around his neck and pressed into him, her warm body both comforting and enticing. “That’s fantastic! I’m so proud of you! And glad that the Allfather has finally seen what so many others have seen in you.”
Loki slipped his arms around her and held her, relishing the feel of her within his embrace. She seemed to have no qualms about being seen like this by the gardeners; he liked that.
“I can’t help but wonder if he might have had some assistance in coming to this decision now,” he said.
Kari pulled back to look at him, a hint of guilt on her face. “What do you mean?”
“You spoke with him about this when you ate with him, did you not?”
“I’m sorry that I interfered, Loki. I just couldn’t sit there with him and not say anything, when I know how hard you’ve been working and how much you’ve wanted to prove yourself. I promise, I didn’t tell him anything you’ve told me or that I sensed in you. I just shared my thoughts on you and, well, maybe I criticized the Asgardian culture a little for valuing brute strength so much, sometimes to the detrimental exclusion of other things.”
She bit her lip anxiously as she finished. Loki brought his hand up to rub his thumb over her mouth, making her release that plump lip so that he could brush over it lightly.
“That was bold of you, liten mus. I imagine the Allfather did not take kindly to being castigated by one of his healers, even if she is the most gifted. And the most beautiful.”
Kari was melting against him as his other hand rubbed seductive circles over her back. Her tempting lips were parting, and he wanted to taste them.
Turning from her for a moment, he addressed the other occupants of the garden. “Might I have a few words in private with Healer Kari?”
His resonant voice carried to all corners of the plot, even though he had not raised it above normal speaking level. Quickly the gardeners gathered their tools, put them into their baskets, and exited.
With a flick of his hand, Loki bolted the heavy wooden door and turned back to Kari. Dipping his head, he caught her upper lip between his and gently sucked on it. He gave her lower lip a light nibble, then slanted his mouth over hers and gave her a long, deep kiss, his tongue swiping against hers silkily.
Kari’s fingers curled against him through the fabric of his tunic as she let out a needy little moan in her throat. Grasping her by the thighs, Loki picked her up and carried her over to the nearest wall, pressing her back against it.
Her arms went around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair and tugging at his locks, making him gasp. Her tongue slid into his mouth, Kari taking over the role of aggressor as he repeatedly scooped his hips to rub his erection against her through the gown she wore. Her legs tightened around him as she moaned with every swivel he made.
He couldn’t bear it any longer, not being inside her. Swiftly he undid the fastenings of his trousers and began to tug up her skirts.
“Out here?” she asked, her chest rising and falling in panicky breaths. But he could plainly see how excited she was at the thought.
“No one can see us at this angle - except perhaps for Huginn and Muninn, if they happen to circle overhead. I trust they’ll have enough discretion not to report this particular news to my father. But if they do…” he trailed off, tilting his head in an unconcerned nod.
Kari wriggled as he pulled up the fabric, reaching down a hand to help pull the bunched-up material out of the way.
Despite his hunger for her, Loki gripped his cock and teased her entrance with the tip of it, playing with her and making her want him that much more. Grabbing his head, she pulled his mouth to hers and nipped his lower lip sharply enough to send a stab of painful desire through him. "Stop. Toying. With. Me,” she said, her own hunger laced in her words.
With a powerful thrust upwards, Loki entered her, sighing as he felt her warm slickness close around his stiff length. Making love to Kari was like coming home. Only far superior, as home had never been a sanctuary for him in the past.
This was, not only because he found her body delightfully entrancing and because Kari responded in ways that only heightened his desire for her and sent a thrill through him, but because Kari herself had been a place of safety. Quite literally, in that she saved his life, but also in the way she had accepted him fully, giving him the benefit of the doubt before he deserved it. She had discovered all his dirty little secrets and cared for him, anyway. She gave him a reason and a purpose to hold on, then she gave him joy and hope that made him eager to wake in the mornings and grateful to have her to hold and cherish when he went to bed at night.
Sliding into her silky wetness was no less than divine.
**
Kari had been unsure how Loki would respond if he knew about her discussion with Odin. She had told him the day of her luncheon with the Allfather several days ago about how the king had summoned her, but she had not mentioned the full extent of their conversation.
Had she only been concerned about his response towards her broaching the subject with his father, she would have done so. But she would have hated for Loki to have had his hopes raised as a result, only to have it lead nowhere.
So she had kept it to herself.
Loki’s ebullience had been evident the moment she’d seen him standing in front of her in the garden, even as he had apologized for startling her. Although she had tried not to get her own hopes up, she could not help but long for the news that Odin had relented.
To find out that he had, and seemingly so wholly, had been more than she had dreamed would happen so quickly. But she knew that Loki would rise to the occasion.
His lusty response to her revelation about her talk with Odin had shocked her. She had thought that, at best, he would be appreciative that she had spoken on his behalf, or perhaps mildly grateful; at worst, he might be annoyed with her for interfering, or even angry.
Instead, he was ravishing her against the wall of the garden, his hips pumping fiercely to drive his cock into her as her back moved up and down against the surface. Thankfully he had chosen a spot where there were no plants growing vertically, or she would have been fretting about the damage they were doing. The cool, smooth stone rubbed against her through the material of her gown as he lifted her up and down with his ferocious thrusts.
Over the last several weeks since she and Loki had become intimate, he had been introducing her to various activities and positions and encouraging her exploration and experimentation. Loki was a generous, creative, enthusiastic lover, and she doubted she would ever tire of making love with him.
But here and now, he was primal and voracious, taking her as if he had an overpowering need that precluded any tenderness from seeping in. Kari didn’t mind; if anything, she was glad that Loki was not treating her as a delicate creature who could not withstand the forcefulness of his passion or match it with her own.
She raked her nails over the nape of his neck and gentled them to scratch his scalp, his cock firmly pushing into her as she did so. Kari did it again, groaning at the fierce thrust that coincided with each scratch.
Loki wrapped an arm around her, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling as if he was a wild creature scenting his mate. He turned his mouth to her shoulder and bit into it gently, marking her as his, and she felt her heated pussy swell and pulse with her arousal.
She curled her fingers into his back, her own animalistic side emerging as she made sounds she didn’t even recognize as human. All she knew was heat, and sunshine, and Loki’s smell, and his strong arms around her and firm, sinewy body pressed to hers, and his hot, thick cock sliding deeply into her. She couldn’t help but let out all the sensations he was building within her.
His thrusts were slowing now but she could feel that he was still hard within her. He grabbed her hips, tilted the two of them so that they were connecting at a different angle, and began to drive himself into her again. Loki continued to move slowly, but the way he was rubbing against her created friction back and forth across her clitoris with every slide in and out. She would have been embarrassed at the high-pitched noises she was now making if she’d had awareness of anything other than the desperate need to come, but it was so intensely urgent that any other consideration took a very distant second.
Kari reached out for Loki, longing to feel his mouth against hers again, and was rewarded by his sensual lips fastening over hers in a deep, slow kiss. She escalated things, giving him a series of impatient, greedy kisses as she felt the delicious moment of awareness right before an orgasm, cresting the hill and wishing it could last a few seconds longer. She plunged down the other side, spasms rippling out from where her body clenched intimately around him, her arms and legs gripping him tightly as she rode out the rapturous throbbing until she was weak and drowsy in the mid-morning sunshine.
Loki lowered her carefully to the ground before turning them, sinking down to sit against the wall and pulling her onto his lap. He set his forehead against hers.
“I apologize if I got carried away, love.”
Kari took a few moments to respond, needing the time to regain her breath. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. You can get carried away with me whenever you like. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be careful with me, or to behave in a certain way. I want every part of you, Loki.”
His hand came up to cup her face tenderly, the soft expression he wore matching the gentleness of his touch. “You shall have it. But be careful what you ask for, liten mus. Some parts of me are rather ugly.”
“I’m not afraid. Some parts of me are rather ugly, too.”
His thumb stroked her cheek. “Well, certainly not this part.” He caressed down to her breast and fondled it through her bodice. “And definitely not this part, either.” Sliding his hand down and around, he cupped her bottom and squeezed. “And this is another favorite, so definitely not here.”
Giggling, she leaned in to kiss him, enjoying a few more moments of playfulness before she needed to return to her duties and allow others back into the garden.
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