Born under the harvest moon near a large outcropping of rocks resembling that of an eagle with its wings outstretched; This wild heathen spent most of her hot and crazy California days poolside. Wild nights in a shimmery smoked filled bar; an environment of music, art, nightlife, and a lengthy client list* that swallowed her up whole.

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As the years progressed she began to wander from the coastal beaches, through the desert plains and over the rocky sierras. Accompanied only by her faithful dog and a small film camera.

The dog turned out to be a wolf. And the camera...well that tiny magic box proved to be her most prized possession. So she destroyed it.

Only to rebuild it. 

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Some people shred guitars, others shred paper.  

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Genie shreds lens.

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