, , ,

He has a jolly laugh,
that she notices when she
first steps into
his studio. The room
is echoing a different noise already,
though. There are baskets of
things like grapes, but they are not
the sound. His eyes are deep
and he tells her, ‘my people
love me, they will always.’
She is going to ask him to
finish the sentence, but then she
sees across into a hidden chamber
where everything is coming from.