As a writer, I’m torn. Part of me wants to show you pictures and point and say, “This! This is what I see.” Another part of me, most of me, wants to leave your imagination free to see my characters however you want. But then, I see pictures like this…
…and I just have to squeal like a stupid girl and say, “This! This is Bergen!” Damn! I hope Bergen didn’t see me loose my cool just now.