If ever I had a favorite, this might be it. Solid black with just a splash of light here and there. His eye shining like a gem against all things monochrome. And there he sits, totally lost in thought. I read somewhere that when they do this, they are not looking at anything physical. They are seeing who you are inside, soaking it all in.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Lost in Thought
If ever I had a favorite, this might be it. Solid black with just a splash of light here and there. His eye shining like a gem against all things monochrome. And there he sits, totally lost in thought. I read somewhere that when they do this, they are not looking at anything physical. They are seeing who you are inside, soaking it all in.
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