I love the look in Dhee's eyes as she looks around her. They seem to ask questions of the world she sees around her.
What have I surrounded myself with? the odd cast-offs the rusted pieces the things I used to need the things no one else wants. the things that used to build other things the wheels and gears of industry What were they then? What are they now? Where do I stand? How will I live? Can I bring life back to these rusted out, dry bones?
Of course, she is beautiful, and shows a strength that is not going to back down in the face of struggle.