#29

new sketch
she's writing a letter. dull pencil, pressed softly between her fingers, solid lines across the page, forming letters forming words. hair pulled back. erase. hair down. falling around her ears? no, her shoulders.
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at the creek this time. shoes off, socks on the embankment. rolled jeans or a skirt? skirt. a long skirt; she has to hold it up, gingerly, it makes her laugh. the water rolls away as her toe breaks the surface, barely touching.
she resembles a tiny girl, first learning about the world, first reaching out to discover the unknown.
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a mug of coffee. steam rising to her closed eyes. feet tucked up to her chin, a blue striped blanket keeping her half warm, then falling around her on the chair. the familiar smile. fading light from the nearby window, hung with sheer curtains. long earrings full of stars.
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hands together. one slight and feminine. the other calloused, knobby, dirt around the nails. they are clasped, not tightly, but serenely.
this one is not yet done.