dimanche 1 janvier 2012

beckoning eyes.

photo taken by me at Musée Bourdelle in Paris

Sometimes, I feel as if there's something looming over my shoulder trying to nudge me toward a path. Looking straight at me with stern, uncompromising eyes. Perhaps she's my future. Elle est l'avenir.
I'm anxious to meet her gaze. I'm afraid that she won't be satisfied with how things panned out. Mayhap...

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