Angel Eyes
January 3, 2006.
Or the delightful solitude of late-night sketching... what other activity allows daydreaming, even in the small hours? My original intent was to do another version of the sketch, I only managed another version of the coffee cup - empty this time... and a slightly shorter version of the same pencil.
The angel bowed her head, breathing softly through slightly parted lips.
"Why can't I see her eyes?" thought Erella, "Why does she not speak, why does she hide her face?"
From "Angel Eyes" by J. Frank-Lynne
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