Muses, that is. The muse of patience and reflection.
"Ilana," after the model, though she was lovelier than what I've managed to catch here.
For me, Ilana had a longish face, though most of my fellow classmates gave her a rounded look. All but the one other male in the class. Not sure if that means anything.
Here, I'm looking at my shelves, looking through the photo-files, wishing I had the energy and time to play with clay.
It's good to remind yourself, don't you think?
