Places we love
As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide is going out across the shingle. But it isn't that. No, it's because at that moment she chooses to walk into the room without any clothes on. Drowsy, not even sure where she is for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead. Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed, head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her through the doorway. Maybe she's remembering what happened that morning. For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him. And sweetly smiles. - Raymond Carver
Faces
What’s the girl on the bridge listening to, what is she thinking about? Is she happy, or is she sad perhaps? So many faces and stories, all unique, all hopeful. How I missed them.
* I’ve been approaching a few of the local art galleries lately, and while still early days I’m happy to report that a couple of them have shown some interest in a possible exhibition in the summer. So yes, ‘Nowhereville’ is in full swing, and through the incredible support I’ve been receiving from my fellow bloggers, this dream, this passionate affair, lives on. Thank you guys, thank you from the bottom of my ever so grateful heart.
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