Looking for shore on Black Apple Pond.

"As twilight faded and the pond waters darkened, the hedgehog gripped tighter to the oar and grumbled to himself. Emily strained to find recognizable forms through the lens of the telescope, wishing upon every star above that they'd gently bump into the familiar pier..."

The other bit of art that came with me, a print done by The Black Apple exclusively for the now defunct Mahar Dry Goods, gifted to me by the wonderful Alexandra.