'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Archival paper reproductions are sent either unframed: in a clear sleeve with an archival foam backing or framed with a classic black frame, archival matte to match the color of the white paper and a piece of conservation glass. I used to be a professional framer and this is done to the utmost, anal-retentive specifications. I'm obsessive like that.