A Picture of Leeli

I doodled this today on the porch. Don't ask me what she's doing. Or why the wind is blowing so hard. Or why she's barefoot. For some reason in every picture I've ever drawn of Leeli she's barefoot. She's not in the stories, so don't read too much into it. I also don't know why she's holding her whistleharp, or why her crutch is too short, or why she looks afraid, or why, in the words of my son Asher (10), she looks like she has to go to the bathroom. I'm no Justin Gerard. It is what it is.

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