During my teenage years, I was attending a family wedding and while sleeping amongst many family members, with half-sleepy eyes, I saw a very beautiful woman throw a blanket on me, keeping me warm through the night. When I woke up, the blanket was still on my body but that woman was not there. This drawing reminds me of her.
And I miss her so much. Mostly I miss the way she cared since I have had been with far more beautiful women since then.
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