Gypsy, sitting on my moon crescent, looking out over the luminous, quaint world, as if one of many, just mine.
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“I can find no way to paint hands and faces quickly, though I often go to a lot of trouble to make it look like I can.” —Robert Genn
Hands and faces
The major platforms of our our souls in this physical world.
Naturally, we find them difficult to emulate.
