Self-Portrait 12- Annabelle “Annabelle?” Sedik called across to me. I reached my hands over the scared and graffiti wooden table to touch his long black fingers. They were rough from age and hard work but they had a security to them. “You are not dancing tonight?” Share this:ShareTumblrPinterestFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related This entry was posted in Melbourne, Self-Portrait and tagged Australia, black and white, Melbourne, self-portrait, travel, writing. Bookmark the permalink.