If you know where to look, you will find traces of my sister. She is there in the art she left behind, so it is no surprise that I mourn every lost piece—every happy little clown, every block signature. The destruction of each one is a step closer to the erasure of her existence. For what is an artist's legacy but that which they created?

WC 66

100 Word Contest - Honorable Mention

Week #1 - Sadness