I keep trying to decide which part of Lyndel is most perfect the sweet round hill of her heels, falling into her arched feet? The swell of her calves, her classical forehead, the contrast between her pubic hair and the simple pink colour of her. The way she grabs herself so hard and pulls, the shadow of her forearm stretching long into the dip of her torso... Theres a million ways to love Lyndel, or more, and I am counting them down one by one.
