For a long time I felt without style or grace Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather I knew my heart was in the right place I knew I'd be able to do these things
Monday, April 23, 2007
IPSTPD Story Bone 2
Venus of West Camp 36. A logger, so lonely he rough carved a woman from a discarded log of oak, and then hand sanded her smooth for years, forming the body from memory, eyes closed in the dark, creates a live woman. Could be fairy magic, could be a released dryad, or it could be his own delusion.