Tuesday, January 28, 2020
MOBY-DICK, page 167
Title:
There's naught so sweet on earth — heaven may not match it! — as those swift glances of warm, wild bosoms in the dance, when the over-arboring arms hide such ripe, bursting grapes.
11 x 7.75 inches
ink on found paper
February 18, 2010
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