I look at anyone who does watercolor and makes it look good as a saint.
You, on the other hand, are a freaking deity. The most epic of epicness. This . . . I get the feeling of
quiet determination and a sense of pride. There are details that I am only now seeing, now that I am taking another look at it. And the one in the background . . . is she there or not there? A ghost, or someone from the past? Or am I just looking WAY too far into this? Let me know.