So, I missed sharing in your last dive, which meant...
I sat alone at home for two hours...
... then at Shirley's for another three, which culminated into five hours
I sat alone at home for two hours...
... then at Shirley's for another three, which culminated into five hours spent away from you. In two more days, I'll have a lot more of
those kinds of hours.
I sat almost meditative studying each centimeter, every texture, eyelash and hair strand,translating them to form, shape, shade,
light and shadow.
I've caressed your visage with more than a thousand pencil strokes and yet... 
It will never do you justice.
Galatea, my muse, should I envy Pygmalion?
It will never do you justice.Galatea, my muse, should I envy Pygmalion?
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Great combination of visual and verbal poetry.
Passion will do that, eh.
Apparently, there's much more to the Beachcomber than just lore. ;)
I was once told that I was 80% passion and 20% practical. I know you get me, Sean. Thanks.
I'm honored to have the original in hand.
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