(F4A) Within the dimly lit basement, the rough edges of concrete pillars loom around me like silent sentinels. The industrial-style light hanging overhead casts an intense beam on my form, making the shadows dance on the unfinished walls. My breathing is
Dear Henny, I found a wonderful piece for our lithograph collection. Tis a lovely Illyrian scene which should further our amateur anthropological studies. I can’t wait to review it with you when I return.
