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was out talking to my friend Hong on the bridge between buildings, and across in Harris Hall, the figure drawing class had a nude model. beautiful. even through the dusty glass I could tell. wow. a little pick-me-up just when things were starting to drag.

Reminds me of one of the models we had in my freshman drawing class. Not physically, but just the sublime breathless inspiration that can come from trying to do justice to beauty.


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