Silka
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
She walks hesitantly into the room, her eyes begging for attention. As usual, she arrives at a time when I'm caught up in the process of electric concentration. "Draw me before I fade," she asks, almost in a whisper.
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
She walks hesitantly into the room, her eyes begging for attention. As usual, she arrives at a time when I'm caught up in the process of electric concentration. "Draw me before I fade," she asks, almost in a whisper.