by Senna Jawa
just the act of realization that occurred. Holding a piece of paper to the sun, willing to blind one's own eyes and the risk and reward of it all, to see one's own name glaring, imprinted in the fiery glow of the face of the sun. Rather ironic, isnt it?
love your view Senna Jawa, enjoyed :)
for your comment. And the signature is on the *check*.
Best regards,
Senna Jawa (Wlodzimierz Holsztynski)