The sculptor rested between the blank faces, her endurance almost at its end. She didn’t have time to coddle her exhaustion or bandage her bleeding fingers. The face hidden in the marble called, needing to be set free. Once again she rose, wincing as she picked up her chisel and began again. Written for Sadje’s … Continue reading Sculptor
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