We fled to the clearing. We waited for them all day. We could hear things in the distance –– sounds like a circus, then a rainstorm, then towers falling, then mountains tearing apart. With darkness they finally arrived, ten feet tall and tottering under greatcoats, with the faces of St. Bernards.

ink and ink wash on paper, 8 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches, shop

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