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In a book, I found her. Finally.
A friend of a lover, sitting in my kitchen, and he has a book of artworks, and there she was. I never knew what she looked like at seventeen until right then.
Now she looks down at me from the wall above my desk. Well, not so much look down at me, but stare off into the distance over my right shoulder. She doesn't so much urge me to tell her story as make me feel sad that no one knows.
I really should get to work.
Everyone, meet Stella, just as she was when she fell in love with the Casanova.
Picture is by the awesome Brett Manning. Check her out.
A friend of a lover, sitting in my kitchen, and he has a book of artworks, and there she was. I never knew what she looked like at seventeen until right then.
Now she looks down at me from the wall above my desk. Well, not so much look down at me, but stare off into the distance over my right shoulder. She doesn't so much urge me to tell her story as make me feel sad that no one knows.
I really should get to work.
Everyone, meet Stella, just as she was when she fell in love with the Casanova.
Picture is by the awesome Brett Manning. Check her out.