Face sits. Five wet. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Face sits in the left third. Eyes toward the crank. Mouth closed. Thumb and two fingers on the brass wheel, skin flat at the spokes. Rack lifted. Indigo under the plate, through five root windows, then one finger-width past the fifth into a hollow. Unused cream upper right.

The five are wet and the channel continues. The face owns the left. I will not hang it.