The natural light eats in to my prints, just like water traveling upwards on any paper material. She eats and eats, and never sleeps!

I am re-doing this thing, because it needs to be done just right. Instead of a blank post, this is what should have been:
This is my right arm, Rhyss. A dear friend. Everyone's bestest pal. He is six foot one and a tone of fun. His sharp features overshadows the rest of his secondary features except his sandy blonde hair. Literally sandy because he surfboards, always. And limbers across the water's surface oh, so well. Rhyss is a stand up guy who likes to sleep for longer than most. He likes sport and he excels at tennis and surfing, not in that particular order usually, I should note. Tennis comes first here, because of this; He'll play tennis any time of the day, even nights, given the venue. If there's a single reason he wouldn't play tennis any time of the day and even nights, it'd only be because he's suffered a sore elbow from punishing a villain who was causing grief at The Gaff, Darlighurst, with nothing but the blade like elbow. Elbow! Blood! Tea towel! Ice! The unknown villain had not one bit of chance. That's the only reason.