Flowers and Moonlight. The flowers were drawn from the back garden as we were getting ready to go punting in Cambridge. A spot of sunshine shone through the canopy of leaves and this flower was ablaze.
Later that night, the moonlight poked through the curtains of my window and it was the first time I had felt safe in a long time. Even though I had no money. And was living on bread and fruit. And pasta.
Page 2 from the Lost Summer sketchbook.
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