the one in the front is about forty leans on the oars and the grizzled hair on his chin and his closed and toothless mouth and his worn green wool cap all add up to the mystery of why he is still out there on the river as he glares at the painter
this painting is from my childhood i will never be a grey toothless bear i will be maybe twenty-five then look like that forever
my children will always be children
the young man with him holds his chin in his hand smiles he has thick black hair and a hand on an oar he knows lord byron he swivels toward the painter he seems close friends with the older man
from Twisted History (1999)
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