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A portrait engraved in wood. The face, blank; unwritten but not empty. The hair, flowing long, showed a moment caught in carving and there seemed to lie her life's animated expression.
Jayde regarded this apparition with tilted head and pursed lips almost chewing her paintbrush. It was new, had caught her attention from the many-lined sketches plotting her latest sculpture-to-be. She shifted position so now the brush hovered before the engraving.
Her fingers darted. Quick, faint lines hinting at body and larger shapes around, a swirl of unresolved relation and detail. She wondered what she would make of it.
Jayde regarded this apparition with tilted head and pursed lips almost chewing her paintbrush. It was new, had caught her attention from the many-lined sketches plotting her latest sculpture-to-be. She shifted position so now the brush hovered before the engraving.
Her fingers darted. Quick, faint lines hinting at body and larger shapes around, a swirl of unresolved relation and detail. She wondered what she would make of it.
