The Doctor stares at the painting for a long, long moment before he speaks. His fingers touch the silver paint of the leaves----it had been so long, so long since he'd seen them in anything but his mind's eye.
"How did you do this?" he asks, "This is...impossible."
Not a word he enjoys using, but it's appropriate, especially for this.
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Date: 2007-10-13 05:27 pm (UTC)"How did you do this?" he asks, "This is...impossible."
Not a word he enjoys using, but it's appropriate, especially for this.