Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Bonaparte as First Consul painting

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Bonaparte as First Consul paintingJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Angelica Nude paintingGuido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist painting
square or park, anything open to the sky. I saw people staring at me but I didn't care. I'd stared at people with wings, when I didn't have them. Not meaning anything, just curious. Wings aren't all that common. I used to wonder a little about what it felt like to have them, you know. Just ignorance. So I didn't care if people looked at me now. I was too eager to get out from under the roofs. My legs were weak and shaky but they kept going, and sometimes, where the street wasn't crowded with people, I'd lift my wings a little, loft them, get a feel of the air under the feathers, and for a little I'd be lighter on my feet.
So I got to the Fruit Market. The market had shut down, it was evening, the booths were all shoved back, so there was a big space in the middle, cobblestones. I stood there under the Assay Office for a while doing exercises, lifts and stretches—I could do a vertical all the way for the first time, and it felt wonderful. Then I began to trot a little as I lofted, and my feet would get off the

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