“How do you know?” she said. “That you aren’t good enough?”
In the blue light of the airplane, Will examined her. The shadow of her collarbone, the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes the color of the sky beyond the window of the plane, dark and infinite. Had anyone ever asked him this? He wasn’t sure. “Because,” he said, “what I draw is never as lovely as what I see.”” (Grace D. Li, Portrait of a Thief)
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