| yy |
| wdek |
| My god, she’s gorgeous!
But she looks as if struck by lightning, anxiety, caught on a piece of paper. Soon she will be hanging from a hook on a wall for everyone to see. She can hear, endure the shrug of the shoulder. She wears her lipstick with fervour. Time will wear her out, eventually. But the face is still recent. They look after it with their years of knowledge, the money they paid. But bloody hell, how much is it worth? |
