Though rather slim and missleading in look, the Moon Light Girl is my woundering side. Always woundering about the stars and clouds and things. Day Dreaming about whats it like to fly, whats it like to flot? She is special, and lately has been around with me alot. I could sit for hours with her just pownding. Many a differnt times I have woundered about her. Why she fallows me, why she thinks I am intresting? I don't rightly know, but I am glad she is around none the less. She gives me little shimers of hope from the moon lite night. This is my fith or so drawing with a mood behide it.