I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arcti — Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
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I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.

— Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
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