Michael Cheval: She-Angel

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A she-angel by the sea, enjoying her morning drink, thinking at her writing, dreaming at journeys far away, a vessel in distance, a typewriter on hold, the clouds carrying stories of their own. Or maybe the sea waves are sheets already filled by the girl, her story about ships, distant lands and a bottle of whiskey. Or about the images carried by clouds. Or maybe the wings are blank sheets, not yet filled, or they are clouds, linking the girl to heaven.



(Michael Cheval)