Fun with Flags=)) They are ewerywhere (at least in my appartment. In my art. In my mind) That’s the time of waiting (at least it ought to be). Barricade is made, sentinels aren’t here yet, so friends are sort of relaxing (as much as they can in the situation). Later they are going to listen Prouvaire’s poetry, and I may draw this moment also. Later.
It’s an accident that all of the stars sort of assembled upon Enjolras’ head. He’s just in the good spot.