Feb 20, 2022
Isla sat on the ground in the middle of the town centre working on a chalk drawing. She was trying to get the perspective of the lizard coming out of a crack in the asphalt just right when she noticed someone’s shadow covering the picture. “I’m sorry, can you move just a bit? You’re blocking my light and before you ask, no this isn’t permanent and I don’t need a permit because it’ll wash away with the next rain.”