"...Tne wondrous words that had crowded his brain earlier that night were gone. They seemed to have slipped through his fingers and flown out the open window into the night, or at least, wherever they had gone, they were now beyond his reach."
Graphite and liquid pencil on bristol board
8.5" x 11"
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