“The Model” / Memorable Fancies #4275

       I asked her to sit still and breathe slowly, because I wanted to paint an image of her.

       And there she was: her eyes, her breath – filling my mind.

       Finally she said, “Well, where’s the paint?”

       I told her I was the canvas

       and she, the paint.

       She didn’t understand.

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