I'm wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, hair pulled off my face, and I'm tip-toeing through canvases as I prime them.
My legs are particularly long today, which is nice.
Somebody must have stretched them while I slept.
And as I juggle my body around each board, careful not to distribute dust or toe print, my calf muscle visits and leaves again appropriately.
I feel like crane, picking through the reeds.
There's something beautiful in that.
1 comment:
I have no words. "Beautiful" does not say enough.
I love you, and the way you share.
I think a flamingo...
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