Rainy day sleuth, coffee in hand, with associated trembly line. "Don't draw shaky," said Yaakov Yehuda. And Princess N as well--cut out the java. But that morning launch, the dark aromatic brew--who could forgo thee? All the more a feathered friend, in raincoat and goggles (de rigueur for these wet beginnings). As in his talk with Jilly, father's fine face peering down from the wall--her own hand, a recreation, or creation in reverse? As things must be--we paint to know.
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