"... all I could do was stand in your shadow and look up at the giant that stooped to look in my eye."

"... slammed books of destiny..."

"Here was I ... sitting on your bench, holding your light ..."

"...the stars of the now fallen night blocked from my view by a maze of leaves..."

"... tracked only by angels and demons...."

This is a tidied-up version of the colour one I recorded yesterday.  I really have to learn how to label my files better.  D'oh.  Mostly un-coloured version is here: http://hitrecord.org/records/388919

...but then you should know better than anyone that I will never let go of the torch you lit from your own blinding light. __________________________ I find Albert's piece really moving for all kinds of reasons, and I wish I had the skills to do it justice. I expect this image could be improved by some colour, and I've made an attempt, but it's a little beyond my ken, I'm afraid. If anybody is game, I have a b&w version I can upload.

So I looked down once more and followed your cold trail back into this life that I fear...

"I looked at the sun and all I saw was black velvet light."

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Another illustration for Albert's story.

"...knowing that my painting looks beautiful enough for me to look at once more."