Drawings almost every day by Romney David Smith and Tarragon Smith. Occasionally paintings or etchings or silkscreens. Or whatever else catches our fancy.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Epithalamion
The bride walked one way, the bridesmaids another. Tom stood at the edge of the woods and watched them go, and knew in his heart that no matter how many dresses he tried on, he would never look so fine.
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