Showing posts with label polish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label polish. Show all posts

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Rough drafts


Those screams are breathing
And if this is polishing
it is abrasive.






Artwork by Franciszek Żmurko c. 1896 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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