Here is the beginning of an illustration for this gentleman's book of poetry. It might be published soon. The poem is about this man's wife who is dieing and she is looking at her garden and running her fingers across her sofa. I wanted to draw her laying down (almost like she's in already in the ground) and I wanted you could soon the garden through the sofa.
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