Caryatid
November 18, 1985
Her eyes, half-closed, do not call for pity beneath the stone too heavy for the slender neck. Still, she waits -- endures the night -- like Sisyphus, unbroken.
Her eyes, half-closed, do not call for pity beneath the stone too heavy for the slender neck. Still, she waits -- endures the night -- like Sisyphus, unbroken.