Imagine a time...

Imagine a time when there weren’t mirrors; when a calm pond, on a clear afternoon, in a forest clearing, told you what you looked like, once a year, before you dipped your hand in to mess up the portrait and drink.

Reviews

[RW Erskine]

well that one is different.
Simple but it has a point.

[Maxwell Ryder]

I appreciate the read, sir. I’m happy if it conveys anything these days. Cheers