O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com
I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.
Monday, September 18
Stop and stare - pencil. It's off a photograph by Elliot Erwit. Favourite of mine. [early 2006]