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Thinking of you all day
I think of you when morning splits the dark clouds
from the midnight gone when nightowls came
and sat upon my bed greyed out like shrouds
trying to tell me that twas I who was to blame.
I think of you when the sun is at its zenith
Noontime bright and yet I’m pale to view.
You are there within the sun, whilst I beneath
live in shadows of all that is not true.
I think of you as dusk begins to spread
its tender shades that ease me into night.
I’ll know just vaguest comfort from my bed
the thought of woolly blankets tucked in tight.
And then the night I think of you again,
before guilt dreams can reach me in my sleep
and cause a wakened jolt at four am
where I lay within a sheetbound crumpled heap.
As the saying goes,'Tomorrow dawns anew.'
Will I relive the day just gone for evermore?
my actions from the past to hold and rue,
to press me down and weight me to the floor.
Forgive me and my days will surely lighten
my burden then is searching in my soul.
A task of which I'm really
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Literature
Our own special place
She was here, she was there and a part of a place,
both in heaven and earth: an unknown interface.
Serene and so peaceful, her eyes to the sky,
as I watched and I wept and I asked myself why
as I viewed where she lay, so silent and still
yet her essence was caught in a vast spinning wheel.
From the cliff and the crags and long grassy fringe
at the edge where she fell my mind did unhinge,
when I saw her arms waving and her eyes said goodbye
as she fell like an angel, who dropped from the sky.
And the heavens erupted and cried out in pain
let loose their mourning in torrential rain,
and my fears and my tears were as one in that place,
where heaven and earth created new space.
And there on the rocks, in the waves constant race,
she lay there in beauty: a smile on her face,
The rain became gentle and joined with the sea,
and my heart leapt the cliff and I joined her to me,
We sang with the sea as we heard the gulls cry
as they circled and circled but we didn’t know why
and time left
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September song
Red berry clusters have fallen to ground
or ride with the birds on the wind.
September’s song, so soft is its sound
It repeats to be heard in my mind.
Rekindling last year, old sounds blend with new
medleys melting by heat of the sun,
yet a voice rose up and a harmony grew,
And I knew in my heart we were one.
The sounds of last summer muted when leaving,
just as now, all too soon, time is flying.
And held in the hills are the echoes of evenings
where we walked before love was dying.
Nothing lasts, all is change, as well I remember,
Summer love now strewn ‘neath my feet.
troubled and trampled with coming September.
From now on, a song not so sweet.
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Searching
What time is there? Too late? Too early?
To say that I will miss you dearly.
You cast aside the passing days
Yet in their midst you rest with ease,
Whilst I encumbered by time’s bondage
Seeking always for a message,
In lucid dreams in transient shadows,
In daisy chains in sunlit meadows
In cliftop walks, where grasses part
By loving wind, where lies your heart.
In secret places, high and hallowed,
Where sacred birds cannot be followed,
They fly, they twist, they turn the air:
Winged semaphore…and you are there.
Within each wingbeat, each turn of grace.
Tis then I’ll find you, see your face.
And only then the words will come,
Drenched in rain and dried by sun,
With tears and whispers, a hand to hold,
Such moments I will frame in gold.
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Bubbles
A small child blowing bubbles
with each breath, a sigh.
Sees silent worlds of rainbows
and reflections that lie
aloft upon a silken wind
dreams that were unknown
borne from imagination
of a child before it’s grown.
A magic that transcends the clouds
globes capturing the sun.
Yet at their zenith bubbles burst
well before the hour is done.
A small child blowing bubbles
is always asking why,
creations of such beauty were
destined to fade and die.
A small child blowing bubbles
will laugh and watch with awe
and will forget the sad regret
when the bubbles were no more.
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Literature
Where the Jabberwock walks.
Where the Jabberwock walks, walk not I,
for he doth walk where four winds sigh.
At the edge of the world, where the drop is nigh.
he waits and watches with all-seeing eye.
His fated alliance to the night,
renders him a threat to light,
Jabberwock, I fear your might,
to loosen sleep swathed blankets tight.
Beware the Jabberwock, my child,
his spirit roams within a wild
chaotic dream – appearing mild,
at first magic! Be not beguiled!
Fire and blood course thro his veins
to take our sorrows, our fears, our pains:
eternal food with wondrous gains
give him strength to light his flames.
He lives by claw, by sharpened teeth,
A conscience does not lay beneath.
Yet time will rob his fire – a thief,
that takes from all – in life and death.
Where the Jabberwock walks, walk not I,
for he doth walk where four winds sigh.
At the edge of the world, where the drop is nigh,
he waits and watches with all-seeing eye.
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Guess who?
It was 3 pm in the afternoon. Joanie looked from her window briefly and noted the weather had suddenly changed. Trees were waving from side to side and the sky hung low and dark as if it were about to collapse onto her pristine front lawn. May weather had no right to be unpredictable and ruin her weekend. She had wanted to relax or maybe go for a walk. Perhaps now she would just stay in. It felt too cold to go out.
Life had been very different for Joanie during the past year. Her husband had left and her daughter Beth had gone to college. She should have felt lonely and yet it felt somehow right to be alone.
She lit a fire and sat in front of it, watching the flames lick languidly at the coals beneath. Staying in might not be such a bad option; she could still relax and listen to music or something.
A knock at the door disrupted this train of thought. Joanie answered it reluctantly.
Immediately, a blast of wind and rain gushed in, and since, only half an hour ago the sun had been shini
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Facing Tomorrow
I sigh - weary as the morning tries to wake me
And turn away but lift my heavy head,
I thought nothing in this world would ever break me,
My back is strong; my heart was weak instead.
Light patterns shift and sway as I breathe gently
Moving from the comfort in my bed,
Where last nights dreams are fading – incidentally
They were all of you and all the things you said.
I stumble from the bedroom and I have coffee
I look through a magazine that I have read,
I wonder what I’ve salvaged - what’s left of me?
To face days like this when I am made of lead.
A slice of toast with butter is like cardboard.
Why is the kitchen painted shades of red?
My mouth feels cloying, its annoying to eat food
That won’t go down, sticks in my throat instead.
Today is just like yesterday: sat here eating toast
I ride with it, I’m just taken where I’m led,
Sitting in the kitchen in the morning, feeling lost,
Crying in my coffee, tears needing to be shed.
Half the toast always l
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Literature
The Cat and the Night
Without a pause, stealthy paws, padding into night.
Midnight’s veil, masks quivering tail, and pure green-eyed delight.
Shadows dancing, souls romancing, with the Mistress Moon
from Crescent Kiss to Full Blown Bliss, ‘Take me lest I swoon.’
Take me to the stars and back, for I’m this night-crazed curious cat,
wondering and wandering through vistas even beyond that.
Memories burning, inner yearning for a night from ancient past.
Dark and esoteric joining, the magic instant it was cast.
The stars above became my eyes; I jumped the Milky Way.
Whilst all the Shades of Darkness were my playthings and my prey.
Hidden and forgotten cats, revealed as time unwound.
Jostling to rejoin the world, joyous to be found.
Such was the power of the night, that so clearly I recall.
The secrets of the darkness, I believe I had them all.
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Provocative Pig
I’m lascivious - but oblivious to the subtle Art of Flirt,
I roll about quite naked in a pile of mud and dirt.
I flaunt my body, flutter lashes, call out for a male,
wiggle buttocks, shake my hips, and spin my curly tail!
Old Farmer Giles does not approve of my licentious ways,
he fixes me quite often with a disapproving gaze.
I cannot understand it. He needs his ideas shaken,
My wanton ways could well result in lots more breakfast bacon!
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Gyrantyre - the story of Wendryl and Harbard
The Kingdom of Gyrantyre has only two seasons: Winter and Glowenfyre.
    Long ago there were four seasons but it came to pass that the two strongest of the seasons absorbed the weaker two, thus the faintest glimmer of Leaffall and Spring existed only within the hearts and minds of the people who lived in Gyrantyre.
    Winter, when its time came around each year, displayed its cruelty without the softening influence from Leaffall, which had once preceded it. Beauty and mellow colours did not fit in with Winter’s reign; he wielded the whip of stinging rain and let his ice maidens dance around those mortals who were weak, until death was a welcome release. He banished all forms of love too, so that Lastinglove was the only one that had the tenacity to exist within the Kingdom.
    But, of course, Winter still had its allotted time and had to leave, albeit reluctantly, when Glowenfyre’s turn came round. Its warmth immediately dispelled all the ra
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The search for Glowenfyre.
All the land was dark and drear
for Winter’s hand was lurking near,
to damp the mood to bring a flood
to steep the world in seas of mud.
To ice the hearts of Maidenlove
to banish hope, to tie the dove.
No peace with Winter’s raucous breath:
cracking ice, and wailing death,
crying clouds sobbing their sorrow
while Hope is scrabbling for the ‘morrow.
Whilst in the middle of Gyrantyre,
a church stood with the highest spire,
reaching upwards, daily, higher.
Seeking warmth from Glowenfyre.
One man, a knight, with broken heart
with family lost and no sweetheart,
did venture to this church’s spire
to climb it bravely, ever higher.
He bore the pain of Winter’s wrath,
and those below could hear his cough
and protestations from his bones
accompanying his breathless moans.
 
He thought of Wendryl on his climb,
the sight of her; their love sublime.
He thought of parents, siblings all,
taken by harsh Winter’s squall.
And those below in Gyrantyre,
watched as
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Rekindling summer
This hope of mine has found the rhyme and reason,
to follow me throughout this winter season
Each gloried minute’s guided glow uncensored,
wild, abandoned yet conversely truly centred.
In depths of cold it finds a glowing ember,
To sustain me with a comfort I’ll remember.
To melt the ice, it sands the path I tread.
Protects me from the beast beneath my bed.
It cloaks me, it wraps an arm around.
It mutes the rattling, rasp of winter’s sound.
When trees are felled by high wind, I’m asleep.
Gathered in soft blankets, I’ll not weep.
I’ll dream the winter’s ravages away,
and cast aside the varied shades of grey.
This hope, I feel, will bring me back the sun.
I can feel it in each heartbeat – every one.
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Homeless
The bare and hungry dawn awaits my dreams
but I haven’t slept.
Tin cans rolled down the alley all night
and a stray cat claimed its territorial rights
with strangled, banshee cries.
Most people do not venture down this alley.
They think it is haunted.
Through slitted eyes I see graffiti on the walls
predicting my fate, and sweet wrappers
curling round my feet.
Christmas has not found its way here.
Carols linger in the distance without their words.
Sparkle is tucked away on a forgotten star.
Sometimes I hear children laughing
but are they real?
Sometimes I smell spices and mince pies.
Sometimes I see angels, wings outspread
waiting for me.
I am hungry.
Perhaps they will not have to wait much longer.
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The Truth Shop
A new shop had scrunched itself between two huge departmental stores in the shopping precinct, its walls breathing in, the space was so tight. It wasn’t there the last time I shopped, just a week ago and I felt intrigued, particularly by its name: ‘The Truth Shop.’
    No doubt it would be full of candles, crystals, homemade placards from recycled toilet paper proclaiming ‘Do not waste the world’s resources,’ and various motley relics resurrected from the Hippy Era of the 60's and 70's.
    I took a closer look in the window and saw a small man sitting in the window staring back at me. Was he for sale? Who would buy him and what would they buy him for? My brain ran riot, perhaps he was a guru of some sort, a hypnotist, a candle maker or some sort of gnome that could commune with nature. I thought of my poorly apple tree in the back garden, it badly needed some sort of life force, in order to bear fruit in the summer. The yield in
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The place to find childhood.
Watching wind-whipped waves as they wash away the past,
my sense of self subdued into the seas perspective vast.
Minutes gliding into hours that ride atop the foam.
I blend into the furthest line of sea that feels like home.
Skyward, softly scudding clouds, obliterating all,
Weary, worn, heart tender torn - rent by a sudden squall,
Sea spray from the water’s edge mimicking my tears,
Feet are sinking in the sand, along with my lost years.
Time sits heavy now, upon my shoulders broadened
lets loose only, seemingly, with imaginings uncordoned.
Freedom soars on its own wing, a fast and frantic flailing.
In the distance, out to sea, a tiny boat is sailing...
Sandcastles built upon the beach, solidly withstanding
adult tread and hunger from the sea, always demanding.
I am a child again, a prince, or king, untouchable.
Knowing dreams are real here, soft and yet uncrushable.
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the rabbit of greenbriar grave
I intend to die underneath his greenbriar thicket,
though I have not made it that far
because I have stopped in a meadow
of birdfoot violets and field pansies,
surrounded by wood sorrels and blackgums.
I left my brother somewhere to fend for himself
higher up this cragged mountain,
near bright laurels and wiry hawthorns,
below hearty Carolina hemlocks and towering pines.
I am followed by the shadow of a man
who bears black gloves and a quiet voice
as he inspects me who lay still
in a stupor of fever and fear.
He places his fingers between my long ears
to bid, on behalf of his yard, a final farewell
to me and to the botfly I shield from nakedness
before vanishing behind white window frames
to watch me pass from this meadow into the next.
My legs carry me to the embrace of the thicket,
where I meet greenbriar for the last time:
I start to bleed with the horizon
as green hues blur with black—
the earth will take me back
to those who have come before
and rest in greenbriar graves.
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Do you?
Do you see the damage done
to her old broken heart
and know how much she misses you
since your death tore both apart?
Do you feel her loneliness
cos you´re not by her side?
Do you own a river now
filled with all the tears she´s cried?
Do you see her daily struggles,
her just coping, day in day out
and everytime that things go wrong
know her soul is full of doubt?
Do you know how much she hurts
cos you´re no longer here?
Her broken heart is empty
but she fights with doubts and fears.
Do you hear her pray to god
and ask him why not me?
you were too young and she must wait long
ere your face again  she´ll  see.
Do you know she loved you
and she loves you still?
Your death has changed everything
but love you she always will.
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I think of you when morning splits the dark clouds
from the midnight gone when nightowls came
and sat upon my bed greyed out like shrouds
trying to tell me that twas I who was to blame.

I think of you when the sun is at its zenith
Noontime bright and yet I’m pale to view.
You are there within the sun, whilst I beneath
live in shadows of all that is not true.

I think of you as dusk begins to spread
its tender shades that ease me into night.
I’ll know just vaguest comfort from my bed
the thought of woolly blankets tucked in tight.

And then the night I think of you again,
before guilt dreams can reach me in my sleep
and cause a wakened jolt at four am
where I lay within a sheetbound crumpled heap.

As the saying goes,'Tomorrow dawns anew.'
Will I relive the day just gone for evermore?
my actions from the past to hold and rue,
to press me down and weight me to the floor.

Forgive me and my days will surely lighten
my burden then is searching in my soul.
A task of which I'm really, truly frightened
And yet it is a truly glorious goal.
She was here, she was there and a part of a place,
both in heaven and earth: an unknown interface.
Serene and so peaceful, her eyes to the sky,
as I watched and I wept and I asked myself why
as I viewed where she lay, so silent and still
yet her essence was caught in a vast spinning wheel.

From the cliff and the crags and long grassy fringe
at the edge where she fell my mind did unhinge,
when I saw her arms waving and her eyes said goodbye
as she fell like an angel, who dropped from the sky.
And the heavens erupted and cried out in pain
let loose their mourning in torrential rain,
and my fears and my tears were as one in that place,
where heaven and earth created new space.

And there on the rocks, in the waves constant race,
she lay there in beauty: a smile on her face,
The rain became gentle and joined with the sea,
and my heart leapt the cliff and I joined her to me,
We sang with the sea as we heard the gulls cry
as they circled and circled but we didn’t know why
and time left us free without minutes to chase,
living eternal in this wondrous space,
betwixt heaven and earth, our own special place.

We ride in the seafoam, and in the clouds sing
And the bells from the heavens, we often hear ring,
We tiptoe in sand, leave no footprints behind
and search for life’s meaning, so lost in the wind.
And the seasons are mellow and meld into one,
as we bask in the love and the warmth of the sun.

We are joined not with church, or rituals to say
or tightly held flowers, a wedding bouquet,
or lace flowing white and folding beneath
foot-tread to altar, with vows that bequeath,
or the glint of two rings shining with gold
that burnish with years as we both grow old.
For heaven and earth both exist in this place
and will bind us eternal, in love’s true embrace.

Betwixt heaven and earth our own special place.
Red berry clusters have fallen to ground
or ride with the birds on the wind.
September’s song, so soft is its sound
It repeats to be heard in my mind.

Rekindling last year, old sounds blend with new
medleys melting by heat of the sun,
yet a voice rose up and a harmony grew,
And I knew in my heart we were one.

The sounds of last summer muted when leaving,
just as now, all too soon, time is flying.
And held in the hills are the echoes of evenings
where we walked before love was dying.

Nothing lasts, all is change, as well I remember,
Summer love now strewn ‘neath my feet.
troubled and trampled with coming September.
From now on, a song not so sweet.
What time is there? Too late? Too early?
To say that I will miss you dearly.
You cast aside the passing days
Yet in their midst you rest with ease,
Whilst I encumbered by time’s bondage
Seeking always for a message,
In lucid dreams in transient shadows,
In daisy chains in sunlit meadows
In cliftop walks, where grasses part
By loving wind, where lies your heart.
In secret places, high and hallowed,
Where sacred birds cannot be followed,
They fly, they twist, they turn the air:
Winged semaphore…and you are there.
Within each wingbeat, each turn of grace.
Tis then I’ll find you, see your face.
And only then the words will come,
Drenched in rain and dried by sun,
With tears and whispers, a hand to hold,
Such moments I will frame in gold.
A small child blowing bubbles
with each breath, a sigh.
Sees silent worlds of rainbows
and reflections that lie
aloft upon a silken wind
dreams that were unknown
borne from imagination
of a child before it’s grown.

A magic that transcends the clouds
globes capturing the sun.
Yet at their zenith bubbles burst
well before the hour is done.

A small child blowing bubbles
is always asking why,
creations of such beauty were
destined to fade and die.

A small child blowing bubbles
will laugh and watch with awe
and will forget the sad regret
when the bubbles were no more.
Bubbles
Taken from a poem I wrote many years ago but I have only kept a few of the original lines. I felt it captures the way a child views life. 
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I just signed the petition "Democratic Alliance: STOP SOUTH AFRICA'S DONKEYS FROM BEING BLUDGEONED WITH HAMMERS AND SKINNED ALIVE!" and wanted to see if anyone who reads this can help by adding their name.

These beautiful, gentle creatures are so helpless against this abominable attack.

I have posted this on my journal to reach others who love animals like myself. It is not a catch or scam in any way and I first read about it in a newspaper.

The goal is to reach 15,000 signatures and more support is needed. You can read more and sign the petition here:

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Sheila Palmer
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United Kingdom
A divorcee living with my son in North London. Loving humour and magic. In the past I wrote a column in Haunted Digital Magazine, and have written two children's books.

My dream is for a book or books to appear on bookshelves. All of those published so far are print-on-demand. This is because I have no patience to await agents' or publishers' replies - been that route and anyhow probably no chance because I haven't (a) murdered anyone (yet, though I have a few in mind!) or (b) have celebrity status or (c) smuggled drugs inadvertently and then been imprisoned in some Thailand jail for the past 20 odd years.

One of the books which illlustrates perfectly my naughty schoolboy/schoolgirl type of humour is: Mad Magda's Naughty Adult Fairy Tales - this is not erotica, though I think the books may have sold better if they had've been! No not my style, just very rude and full of innuendo.

www.amazon.com/Mad-Magdas-Naug…

A Journey in the Mind of the Goblin from Zo - my magical children's book
www.amazon.co.uk/A-Journey-Min…

www.feedaread.com/books/The-Se…
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Killerion Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018   Writer
Happy Birthday!Birthday cake  icon 
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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HydromelKing Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday ! Ahooooy Matey! Pressie for krissi001 
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Nice of you. Thank you!
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happy birthday to moo Have a wonderful day. all the best  with love Untitled by Alena-48   Untitled by Alena-48  
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks - nice of you to send a greeting. Just a lazy day really. Nothing on TV though. Used to get good films on years ago! Never mind. My son was going to get me a cake but I said leave it till next week as we have been eating chocolate and other cake recently!
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Supach Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist
You´re welcome. :D Oh chocolate is my one vice, can´t resist especially cadbury´s I was horrified when I heard Hershey´s were taking it over but releived as they said they wouldn´t change the cadbury recipe.i luf chocolate 
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Yes that might be a disaster - I shouldnt think they considered changing it when sales have always been so good. I like Cadburys and Galaxy and Lindt and....However cake will always win out over chocolate with me.
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DuchesseOfDusk Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey, I saw that you have some literature in your gallery. So if you're looking for literature critique, you might want to check out my group :iconreadthine-readmine:
There we exchange literature critiques on a regular basis.
You find the rules here: The Rules - English
If you have any questions, just ask me or send a note to the group :) (Smile)
If you're not interested, that's also okay :) (Smile)
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Supach Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2017  Hobbyist
Wishing you and yours all the best for Christmas and every good wish too in the New Year.
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much and the very same to you. 
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Supach Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2017  Hobbyist
Thanks Shelley :blowkiss: remake 
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Supach Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017  Hobbyist
:happybounce: +fav Heart Love Hug 
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Supach Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2017  Hobbyist
You´re so kind, thank you for all the :star: 's moomin-hug 
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shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Your work stands out in terms of honesty and feeling - especially drawings of birds and animals, including sea life which I think is a difficult subject to capture. I think your love and expression of nature deserves some response from watchers - any favourites you get are well deserved!
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Supach Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2017  Hobbyist
:aww:your words touch my heart. Thank you so much :love:
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Poetrymann Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks for faving my work. I appreciate it.
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Poetrymann Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks for faving my work. I appreciate it.
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theticklishpoet Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No problem, I loved it
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cecegrace Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2017  Student General Artist
Thank you for the :+fav: and the nice comment.
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Supach Featured By Owner May 8, 2017  Hobbyist
:wave: Thank you for the :star:  :D
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Supach Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Hobbyist
Thanks a lot for all the :star:'s Shelley :D
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Jompie Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2017
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lemgras330 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday Shelley! Blower fella (Party)

Happy Birthday Grin        Happy Birthday (2)         Happy DeviantART Birthday        Happy Birthday (1)          Sini Birthday 
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