Suddenly the world seems a different place: somehow full of grace and delight.
How was I to know that so much love was held inside me?
Something fresh and young, something still unsung, fills the night.
How was I to know at last that happiness can come so fast?
Trusting me the way you do, I’m so afraid of failing you...
I still don't know if Dinky's gonna be a part of The Enamored Clock Maker... SO HAVE SOME THOUGHT PROCESS ART.
Sketched during church, colored up in Photo Shop