There is a story that's supposed to go with this picture, but I don't have permission to write it yet. What I can tell you is that a dozen years ago, I had a very strange dream. I stepped outside into a whirl of blowing leaves, and when the leaves scattered on the sidewalk, there was a painting of two faces there. It seemed like I should know them, but somehow I didn't know them at all. The second thing I can tell you is that only one of the faces is a ghost.
Who do you need permission from - the ghost, the other, or yourself?
ReplyDeleteHi Peni.
ReplyDeletePermission from the other. I was only a minor character in that particular ghost story. :p