Anyways, this is what happens when I look at too much art by James Christensen:
No, I can't draw hands. (Well, I can, but not from memory.)
E'en such is time! which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have; And pays us naught but age and dust, Which, in the dark and silent…
- Sir Walter Raleigh Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, At love’s request to…
- Hilaire Belloc This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all: My lady's month. A season of young things. She rules the light with harmony, and…