Sketching.

A glass bowl, with three beautiful little limes in it. A simple enough task, and with so much possibility. This evening, at the end of a prodigiously long, awful and yet wonderful day, well, this is the best I can manage- the broad strokes, a bit of the way the glass shines blue where it's thick, the roundness of the limes and the sensual tracery of the shadows. I'm content- a glad that tomorrow is Friday. Looking forward to the weekend with me?

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