You feel luxurious. My pen glides across your pages like a swan on a lake. My pen swirls and turns, loops and swerves until my hand suddenly drops. Hazily, I realize that my lake cloud has taken the shape of a piece of paper once again.
Oh the soul crushing irony we feel being now forced to sell this beautiful creation through the internet. When Grace D. Chin delivered this drawing, we knew we had finally found our one true shirt (OTS).
