( digital character poses clean up in flash - Elliott Animation )
Sometimes
Across the fields of yesterday,
He sometimes comes to me,
A little child just back from play
The child I used to be.
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
~ Thomas S. Jones Jr. ~
( inverted oil painting technique and gold leaf on the back of glass )
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