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Overview
April Flores (she/her) guides us through a landscape as lusciously abundant as her own body. Roaming between rippling rock and the big desert sky, April worships herself and the ground she walks on. She warms herself on sandy stone, her curves melting into the land, before getting dripping wet in a pink, sun-drenched shower. This erotic exchange is between April and the desert; it's our pleasure to bear witness.
