Rena is an archetype.
Above is photograph of my Muse, Rena Christiansen. She was a throw-away child who was living with her grandmother in Grand Island Nebraska when we met. She did not grow up with her parents and her three beautiful sisters for reasons she did not want to say. She was seventeen. She was the girl of my dreams who came out of a dark doorway at three in the morning and asked;
“Can I walk you?”
Imagine if this beauty walked up to you at 3:00 AM in LA, and asked if she could be with you. How many times would you ask her to pinch you to make sure you were not dreaming? Rena had a very brave look on her face.
Rena is not wearing make-up in the photo above. She very rarely made herself up. I talked her into doing it one day, and it was – too…
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