I close my eyes, and it’s like nothing and everything has changed.
There, the warmth of the lights from the mirrors. There, the smell of hairspray and sweat and hours of hard work. 1,189 more words
Arthur Rackham (19 September 1867 – 6 September 1939) was an English book illustrator. When I was about 10-12 years I loved to read from Poe’s… 397 more words