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Click hereI find myself alone in the Pacific Northwest, listening to the currents of an atmospheric river sweep over the tin roof of my trailer, rain drops beating a cadence that summons a deep spirit of isolation. I sketch and dream of a long, warm caress. It has been years since I sketched for reasons of mood or artistry; I pull out a pencil and conjure a lover.
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I love the gentle touch, both, of the hand sharing its warmth and the lines and shades on the paper. Thank you for sharing