imagine a door
I have a new idea for the panels at Solitaire. It came to me in the night as I sat in the courtyard under the whispering trees. So quiet at this time of night, dos o tres de la madrugada, when the trees may be heard sharing their gossip. They were not talking to me, they were talking to the moon.
I sat and thought that soon I will not see this place anymore, and then I thought, no, I may be here anytime I want when I have Jackal's gift. It could always be night, always cool and so quiet that one may hear the soft sounds of the shadows as they shift. And then I thought how to paint what it is like to have this possibility. I will make my sketches and then go to Solitaire, and make my painting, and no one will disturb me or I will put their eye onto the end of a paintbrush.
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