Her loyalty lies in her camera. Leaving her home means bringing a few necessities; wallet, keys, phone, and camera. Without the latter, Devyn Sanchez is weighted down with a feeling of incompleteness, a sort of anxiety that stirs in her for fear that she won't get to document her life's daily delights. It takes discipline to lug a camera around, and even more mindfulness to whip it out in the spur of the moment. I should know I've tried it before when I experimented a few years ago with one of those "a picture a day for a year" projects. I lasted about 81 days. This girl possesses some true power.
When you meet Devyn prepare yourself. Her beauty might knock you over if you aren't prepared. I was as ready as I was before a math test. She has smooth coffee brown skin, and a complexion that is Dove soft. She talks quietly, in a candy-sweet voice, and her smile is pure, with a pair of memorable dimples. She's like a smaller, younger version of a Kardashian, without the loss of virtue. Her nervous laugh looks completely genuine, and she has an appetite for everything holy. She stands as a Witness, and her daily thinking is decorated with thoughts of God. At such a trying age, said thoughts seem to be rare. So I'll have to let her love of cats slide --she plays Call Of Duty in her spare time, that more than makes up for the cat mania-- Gentleman, Ladies... Devyn Sanchez has been liberated.
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