Page 31

Unmistakable -
two eyes
and teeth,
when the sun
disappears
from sight.


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Page 30

Can you fancy this?

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Page 29

I fell asleep
weeping with pain


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Page 28

Flakes of snow
whistled
I confess
we continued
to play
until midnight

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Page 27

Flaming Fire,
Ribbons of smoke,
a joyful crackling.



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Page 26

we could
see the river -
an enormous river -
stones
shaped like boulders
thrown upon the shore


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Page 25

at four o'clock
I was awakened


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Page 24

stones,
selected with care


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Page 23

I could not
contain myself,
I am anxious to know...
all I desire.



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Page 22

New acquaintances
ask me to join
I brought
this hobby of mine
and made
every possible effort
to bring a new moon.


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Page 21

Life
secretly killed
the words of time
offering absolution.

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Page 20

This reminds me
of working
in the noon heat -
just serve citrus
to illustrate the extremes.

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Page 19

the slightest disagreement...
there is nothing more
to be said -
only a certain severity
of being sentenced
to silence.



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Page 18

The privilege
of being assigned

(One... three... nine...)

the task of
redeeming lost souls

(fifteen... twenty...)

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Page 17

Night separates
the past
from the present.


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Page 16

Summer
dropped anchor
under
a cloudless sky.


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Page 15

Traveling for days
he did not
hesitate to go in-
to the sea

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Page 14

I coveted
to satisfy my amateur jealousy--
embarrassed
proudly
searching with an air
of satisfaction


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Page 13

spools of thread
the medium of the
handiwork
of the artist


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Page 12

The rich bachelor had
the eyes of one corseted lady
- invited no doubt -
exchanging glances
convinced that
they would have everything
without any barter.



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Page 11

Only on Sunday
they donned their
finest robes,
prayer books,
singing mass
with soft gentle voices
- custom in the extreme -
their houses had turned to glass.


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Page 10

By nine o'clock
the character of the city
had changed
the streets were lighted,
only here and there
by narrow fingers
from the window.


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Page 9

The first of my solitary peregrinations, I discovered a interesting population living in tents. This fashionable native population, their hair is black as jet, were exquisitely garbed in a wrap of brilliantly colored silk.

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Page 8

With sparkling eyes
I turned
laughing
at the compliment
that had been paid me.
I asked,
"what good...
whether I am good
or wicked?"


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Page 7

every woman
was curious
to know the reason
for showing anger
at conduct arousing
curiosity to everything
and after that
I disclosed this
mark of sympathy

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Page 6

The marvelous
nocturnal costumes
are picturesque
in the extreme:
the right arm bare;
the waist visible;
the wealthy wrap fringe
around their thighs.

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Page 5

daybreak led us
to confess that
this pleasure
was the first
of our ventures.

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Page 4

one fine day
having decided
what would you say
if this hideous situation
became a veritable nightmare
and I went back to bed.

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Page 3

"but..."
a word silenced him,
(droll fellow, slight)
by day - quite difficult
In the evening, however,
falls unconscious.

Prismacolor pencils.
One of these days, I'm going to work the illustration to match the words - but not right now.

Page 2

A woman of age
- curiosity inspired my nature -
quickly as possible,
I cast out my lines and
chatted with my friends.

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Page 1

A sojourn of eight days had made the balance of time a vessel loaded with heart, securely anchored - the melodies of everything


It took me a long to actually start, I had a voice deep inside warning me that I was going to deface a book. The deed is done - I've illustrated the first page using Prismacolor pencils.

... I shall now begin.

With my apologies to Alexandre Dumas, I've decided to begin working on an altered book in the "Humument" style. I've chosen The Journal of Madame Giovanni, which has 404 numbered pages and an additional 14 pages. My goal is to illustrate a page a day.

"And so I begin in her own words." --- Alexandre Dumas