Linear Waters.

Enveloped in the art... Pencil, erase, linear, with pen. A new technique. Wavy lines at different intervals, creating the picture of flowing water from a maiden's thigh. Squiggle to a small point where the waves rippled against the rock she was sitting upon. These lines had draped her hair around her naked shoulders. Poised in her endless position, I was poised in pencil to creation. Transforming every line in a single stream of fluent motion, suddenly to be interupted by a familiar hand stopping my arm from continuing. You looked down at my artwork as you gradually sat down across the old wooden table from me. Your face had not once looked up from the piece I had been working on, as if inquiring in depths unkown. Your hand never leaving my arm, but traveling downward to take my hand in yours. I studied you and your actions and at the final moment lifted my head to aknowledge you. Eyes locked and without a sound, years of recollection and shared knowledge flooded me. Those faniliar eyes of penetrating grey... Grey as if the lines of my artwork, the lines enveloping the maiden as that of the sea.

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(My Body - Young The Giant)