Curtains and Flags: a novella in 16 words between silk sheets


We woke the next morning and now the air was light, gently billowing into my curtain. & I lost all sense of my mission. Purple ink pressed into silk paper, sewn to basswood, mounted with pins.
Type set in 14pt Sabon Roman and printed on a Vandercook proofing press.
Edition: 1/1(unique mount)