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Journal Entry: Sun May 25, 2008, 3:51 PM


Hello deviant people,
Such a long time it's been,hasn't it ?
I was never that far, checking the community's art every day or so, either hiding or busy or just ... shy. I would have many thoughts and stories to write down here, of those that occurred between last autumn and now _ half a year, so to say_ but there would be no much use, and such a heavy task that I'd better give up before even starting.

Instead I'd rather tell you about this simple sunday that I just went through, now that I finally sit down, a steaming herb tea on my left side, dressed in tee-shirt and white, comfy linen pants, bare feet, with the spring air coming from the backyard's garden, rather fresh onto my naked arm. The chant of sparse, but heavy raindrops falling down on various types of lush has just begun, giving me company. I only arrived a few minutes ago and I suppose the three of my roommates were already asleep in the silent house upstairs. The smell is that of the freshly cut grass whose chlorophyl gets powerfully spread by rain into the air.
Everyone agrees that it was the first weekend of spring. We've seen bare shoulders, pinky sunburns, mini dresses and smiling faces in endless amounts.
Waking up at eleven wasn't this lazy a morning considering how late I went to bed: it was about six, the time needed to get emotionally brutalized by a girl, to gather with friends and talk about art needs, work out my last painting's scan, write two blog entries and a poem, then drive back home.
They all had forecasted a rainy day so it came as a nice surprise when pulling up the blinds. Moreover it seemed that the first try at this new pillow that I offered myself yesterday wiped out the bad headache I never miss to catch when waking up late. Moments after, as I was sitting across the backyard door, expelling for good my heartache worries in lovely-shaped words, sipping coffee while my perfumed laundry of white shirts was luminously drying into the sun, I thought that all in all, this was how a sunday with no expectations turns out into a delightful mix of lively blends.
Once my thoughts poured on the paper and since the sun was determined to continue its bright trick I stuffed my bag with various sketchbooks and walked to the tram station, a warm coat across my arm _ fools! I see all you in tees. You never know how chilly an April night can turn out when you come back late _  
Early afternoon, the tram brought me all the way long throughout the city, but I got out halfway my usual itinerary at the Pey Berland square. I had quickly sketched the outlines of the cathedral a few weeks ago and I was feeling like I could narrow down this doodle. Instead of the front view I picked up a slightly shifted viewpoint that had the enormous advantage to be on the sunlit terrasse of a café whose waiter kindly offered me (well, that's my journal, I can make my innermost phantasms come real if I want it) a glass of white Entre-deux-mers wine. The large pedestrianized square was nearly desert, and the giant stone model offered to my sole view for getting painted while I was sipping my fresh glass. Do I need to explain you more in-depth how perfect the moment was?

detail of a drawing of the cathedral Saint Andre in BordeauxI used 3 different shades of grey of the Tombow pencils to define the values, and a thin graphite mine to trace the small details. The endless amount of intricacy that the cathedral had to offere could keep me busy for hours. In particular, the large rosace sustained my application for a while, since I had to paint its patterns in negative space. I can prove all the patience in the world when it comes to doing such a work while the conditions are as great as they actually were.
On a table close to mine a french girl speaking the most perfect english was chatting with a guy, apparently from Houston as I happened to catch, about the life in Bordeaux, the weird habits of french people, her perception of relationships and other generalities or tidbits. Her voice was adorable and I couldn't help but feel at ease within the sound of her joyful storytelling, despite the vaguely distinguishable meaning of her conversation. It reminded me in some ways of Richard Linklater's movie Before Sunrise, that I absolutely adore _ a masterpiece of romantic cheerfulness _.
At one point a group of loud speaking persons intercalated between my table and Julie Delpy's, plus my glass was dry and the sun was veiled.
It felt striking to observe how fast the changing weather implied a change in the crowd's behaviour. A perceptible nervousness started to animate the pedestrians passing by, and in a matter of minutes some darker clouds had gathered in the sky, the wind had intensified its blowing, filling the air with a sort of madness.
As I was walking away from the cathedral's protective gaze, I noticed how relaxed and attentive to details the drawing had made me, like if I was able to perceive another dimension of people and things. Every stone, every ivy leaf was popping up in my vision like thousands of individual candidates to being portrayed. People as well could be discerned with intriguing clarity. I could see their lips move, the expressions folding their wrinkles, the directions of their look, in slow motion and macro lens.
I saw luxuriant backyards that I had never noticed. I saw statues hiding in old vines, and the sky promising to burst in raindrops in a minute or so, and the buoyant sensation in my lungs was intensifying its presence.
This is how I walked the five remaining tram stations until the Chartrons quartier where my office lies.
Behind the wooden door the shadow was fresh _ a little too fresh for the season to say the truth_ and it was also vast and empty.
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That place. Since we moved in by the end of february, none of us had found the courage to handle any of the small repair tasks that were left to do. The remembrance of 3 full months of revamping slavery was still fresh in our minds. Every evening after a hard working day until past midnight, every weekend was wholly devoted to working out the walls of our studio, doing carpentry, plaster, paint, breathing dust and dreaming of moving in.
Everything was so endlessly worth the effort eventually. Julien and I had envisaged this place years ago, right in the very neighborhood we liked the most in the city we loved to be. Then Natalie joined us and cheered up the trio with her inexhaustible energy.
That place. Sometimes when evening comes and everybody has gone, I put on some ethereal music to echo under the high stone vaults, spread some colors on my palette and paint. The space is inspiring, old and lonely. When it gets too lonely I can simply pass the door and wander a few minutes along the river walk, to get filled with more space, more air, more freedom and inspiration.  
It's the first time in my life that I manage to joint my job and my painting needs, I think to myself while spreading some plaster onto the mezzanine's ground. I, most probably, will remain overworked all the time, but I should never feel unfulfilled.
One hour of plastering the ground didn't calm me and instead I felt the urge to increase that quest for effort. It was a nice afternoon after all. The setup was quite simple: earphones spreading some sounds and those little wheels under my feet. When the ipod displayed the long artists' list in alphabetical order, my look felt on this 4 letter-long-acronym-named swedish band who had a immense success back in the disco days. I probably hadn't played this album for about a zillion years, but remembered how much I liked them as a youngster ( the girls' voices were making me fantasize a lot back then). Dancing Queen they sang, as my feet started to push, the kitsch sound fitting my moves perfectly.
I'm a bird. But I cannot fly ... I'm a bird now. I almost am, with the wind onto my face, each pressure of my leg making my run faster. The muscles bend, the chest opens and I accelerate more. When it gets fast enough you don't feel the road bumps no more; you're abroad an unstoppable race towards forward. Mouth widens to get more oxygen, its ignition hurts and makes you feel how alive you are.
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I accelerate again on the ramp climbing the famous Pont de Pierre, shiver in the humid wind blown at its top, continue to push with extended fury. Your brain gets clearer while your blood boils, while your muscles suffer.
It's often in those moments that some poetic words come to my mind. There's a storm all around and the thinking stands still, superbly focused.
Loving is such an irresponsible experience. Oppositely, being loved gives you a certain responsibility; there's not much wondering why you flee the ones who like you when you're generally so afraid of loosing your freedom.  
The Avenue Thiers is straight and long, and I keep riding all the way until the beginning of the road to the hill, limit of the city. Far enough to do the u-turn and start running back. I have the legs of a robot, getting stiffer at each move, while my face becomes distorted in a grimace of pain, but I don't slow down. The never-ending slope of the bridge, the road alongside the river, longer than ever. I hope it stops soon, I hope it more and more, but I also, disturbingly, enjoy the feeling of my lungs yelling and by body explode.
In front of the very stairs from which I had started my run, the overused iPod's battery ceased to power ABBA's  cheesy "I had a dream" just one picosecond after I braked toughly. That coincidence was immense but I almost considered this behavior as perfectly natural, probably the sign of an excessive separation of body and mind that had occurred during the run.
For half an hour I laid on the concrete trying to recover my breath. A little girl cried because her dad refused to let her play with my very orange skates hanging across the low wall.  
Back to the office I tidied everything, washed the ground, but the exhaustion wouldn't want to come.
It was late in the evening already when I took the tram. The crowd of stupid and arrogant youngsters couldn't disturb me the slightest bit, because I had my sketchbook and a cathedral drawing to wander a relaxed pen onto. Seven minutes of walk and finally I'm there.
And you had enough of my boring babbling.

Cheers everyone !

+ xoxoxo kikoolol
+ hope you'll enjoy my last painting




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koos-tall Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2008
gorgeous journal
:)
i can empahtise quite a fair bit
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LadyMelinoe Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
I am speachless in a sense.
I want to say everything, but I can't without sounding like a naive idiot, so instead, I'll say thank you. Thank you for having both talent in art and in words and brightening up my day!
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navinia Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2008
'I noticed how relaxed and attentive to details the drawing had made me, like if I was able to perceive another dimension of people and things. Every stone, every ivy leaf was popping up in my vision like thousands of individual candidates to being portrayed. People as well could be discerned with intriguing clarity. I could see their lips move, the expressions folding their wrinkles, the directions of their look, in slow motion and macro lens.
I saw luxuriant backyards that I had never noticed. I saw statues hiding in old vines, and the sky promising to burst in raindrops in a minute or so, and the buoyant sensation in my lungs was intensifying its presence.'

Dear Zancan,

My name is Navinia and I'm a Mauritian currently living in Australia. I have been watching your work for awhile now and adore them, especially The Garden of Giants. Thank you for an inspiring journal entry, especially the bit quoted above. I have experienced similar moments where everything comes into clear focus and it feels wonderful to read about your thoughts on the subject. I have just started drawing and would appreciate it if you could have a look at my pen & ink illustration 'The Cave' and leave a comment.

Thanks in advance,
Navinia.
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netherwings Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2008  Student Artisan Crafter
That was a wonderful read. Not only do you paint and draw amazingly well, you also write with such feeling. I don't know what to say.

You might want to consider yourself +watched by me from now on, though. =)
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DragonRider91 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2008
you really have a way with words. I love your descriptive writing style, even though your not that confident with your english writing skills you should know that your grammar and spelling is better than mine and sad to say I think you even have a better vocabulary than I do lol. btw that sketch is amazing I really need to practice my shading technique, and I know what you mean about the suddenly keen sense of vision I get it all the time, I call it my "artist vision" lol its one of the few good side effects of being a artist. :)
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lauradelahunt Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2008
i really enjoyed that!
felt like i fell into your world for a while.
laura :=]
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DominoThirry Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2008
I found myself smiling as I read this journal. It was quite lovely to see your world through your eyes. Thank you.
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SionJones Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008  Professional Writer
You almost made me cry. I miss this. These are the moments that make me feel my best.

I think next week I'm packing up the scoot and taking a trip.

Thanks for the inspiration! :w00t:
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liljunebuggy Featured By Owner May 30, 2008   Photographer
You are so captivating, your paintings, your drawings, your writing, I thouroughly enjoy the privilage of watching you!
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mci021 Featured By Owner May 28, 2008  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Good lord. Even your journals are delicate and beautiful. I for one, missed them. Your day sounds heavenly, like a little spot of sanity in a mad world.
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Elfin-Grrl Featured By Owner May 27, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
Wow, you lifted me up and carried me away somewhere in the clouds, flying next to Inspiration. I appreciate being an artist more than ever now! Beautiful :heart:
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feathers-and-ashes Featured By Owner May 26, 2008   Traditional Artist
You express such incredibly potent images and emotions through your writing. My own heartbeat peaked as I read how you ran with those brewing clouds around you. And that scene when you were sketching - how I longed for that experience. One of these days, I will treat myself to sketching one of those ancient structures with the comfort of a nice drink.

Wonderful work. Thank you for sharing.
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ekud Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Professional Digital Artist
I very much enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing your thoughts my friend.
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you
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AtarAtis Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
*smiles* ABBA.. it needs to be blasted on occasion, it holds good memories.

You have me hanging on your lips (metaphorically) through your art and writing. It is strange how one can seem to take a liking to someone through their concepts of experiencing the world around them.

Hope to see many a beautiful piece flow from your fingers.
Thankyou for the inspiration.
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I believe that I express much deeper things, much more personal thoughts through painting and writing than I share with the ones living around me. it's also easier to open one's chest over the internet rather than face to face with a real person...
And weee to the swedish oldies ! ;)
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AtarAtis Featured By Owner May 27, 2008
And it is so much easier to put on canvas what you feel but the world around you might not neccesarily pick up on. And the net is rather safe, very true! However, does this make a piece of art like a good friend that you could confinde in, to a certain extent? Or is it more a way of keeping your mind a somewhat decent living space by putting out the trash so to speak ;) (though in your case very pretty trash) -anyways, sorry for the rant... something set me off. thanks for the reply!
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KmyeChan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ta prose me donne envie d\'aller prendre le soleil dans ton petit coin du Sud Ouest...! :)

Et depuis que tu m\'as envoyé les photos, j\'envie ton atelier, tu n\'as pas idée ! Un peu marre de gribouiller sur un coin de table de salle à manger dans notre petit deux-pièces parisien.....!
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ainsi je rendrais délibérément jaloux mes contemporains. Mal, mal ça ... :)
Au regard de tes dessins je dirais que tu dois être plutôt bien là-bas, pour te donner à ton art, dans un cocon tranquille où tu n'es pas distraite par mille autres loisirs.
Mais si jamais tu vois que tu ressembles de plus en plus à la jeune fille de ton "gone wild", alors oui il te faudra d'urgence une cure dans le Bordelais!
(Par contre pour le soleil proprement dit je ne m'avancerais pas trop si j'étais moi )
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Reowyn Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Student
You must have such a beautiful soul to write like this. I especially enjoyed your description of the rain. I only wish that I could have been there, it sounded like the perfect day.
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
It was thrilling provided you could feel the storm within. Not many would have found this perfect I think...
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NixandMuk Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
You have such a wonderful and emotional writting! It's inspiring! It's so beautifully written....and your words are like balm for my mind. What a gift from the Gods to express your mind like this and let the people see and feel through your eyes and your hand...:sun:

I love you!! :kiss:
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Damned! I'm being loved.
Flee... fleeeeeeee! :)
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NixandMuk Featured By Owner May 27, 2008
:smooch:

:giggle:
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greatspirit Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
En lisant en diagonale je me suis dit que le croquis ressemblait beaucoup au fronton de la cathédrale de Pey-Berland... Effectivement, j'avais oublié que t'étais du coin! ^^
Peut être qu'un jour j'aurais l'honneur de te croiser dans les rues de Bordeaux. D'ici là, je vais apprendre à reconnaitre un visage à partir d'une photo, mais c'est pas gagné... (et je confirme que mettre une photo à l'envers ne rend pas la tâche plus facile! :D)
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Eh oui! Si tu vois un grand échalas monté sur rollers orange qui l'air rêveur scrute les clochers d'église... ce pourrait être celui que tu cherches. Et souvent j'ai un t-shirt DA, ça peut aider!
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greatspirit Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
Effectivement, les rollers orange ne doivent pas passer inaperçus :D
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asclaire Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
C'est tellement plaisant de te lire Michael, j'ai l'impression d'avoir passé quelques minutes avec toi, dans ton univers, du premier au dernier mot de ton journal... Tu décris si bien ce que tu ressens ! Maintenant, je vais aller voir si ta peinture est dans mon dewatch, çà fait un bout de temps que je (on) l'attends :)
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Merci Patricia, et surtout quel courage! c'était beaucoup de mots! Mais c'est vrai, si l'on divise par le nombre de jours silencieux depuis le dernier journal, c'est dérisoire. Je te ( vous ) devais bien ce petit effort d'écriture.
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asclaire Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
Rien de courageux, que du bonheur :) J'ai lu dans tes ré;ponses que tu ne voulais toujours pas vendre tes originaux, mais envisages-tu d'exposer ? chiche que je fais le dé;placement !
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh oui !! :clap:
Exposer, je compte bien le faire, mais ce n'est pas pour tout de suite. Peut-être une exposition privée pendant quelque jours, c'est vrai que mon nouveau studio s'y prêterait bien, et on me demande assez souvent. Tu serais en premier sur la liste des invités :)
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asclaire Featured By Owner May 26, 2008
Wao! :faint: quel honneur ce serait :)
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cyberjini Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Professional Interface Designer
peace and greetings from Istanbul to big artist :)
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I met a traveler from your city lately. A very nice guy.
:hug:
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cyberjini Featured By Owner May 27, 2008  Professional Interface Designer
oh really? what a lucky guy! :)
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Rita-Ria Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
I enjoyed to share a day in your live - you use a very nice and colorful writing! :D
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for staying a bit by my side...
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Rita-Ria Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
very welcome, zancan, I really love your work :love:
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manic-otaku Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
I always love reading your journals, it's so beautiful and calming to read such poetic thoughts. I'm always amazed at how you can so easily put everything into such beautiful words, something I can NEVER ever do!!

Recently I've been having some similar lazy days...yet you make those kind of days sound so much more rich and vibrant than if I tried to explain them =P I love it!
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
It was an essay at describing simple things through the way I feel them. I am glad it managed to touch some people..
But i'm not always able to find my days interesting enough to be told, I guarantee!
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manic-otaku Featured By Owner May 29, 2008
Well I'm glad you put the time and effort into it, I think it's well worth it =P
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Himmapaan Featured By Owner May 25, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
Greetings from a new friend.

What a beautiful and absorbing journal. Thank you so much.
I don't think anyone can fail to wish to know you better after this.
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you. From deviant B. ;)
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Himmapaan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
Haha, I assume you've experienced something similar...

(Though not wishing to confuse further, that part of my latest journal entry was actually rather amusing and not the cause for the sadness I spoke of in the rest of it ^^;. I'm afraid I may have been peculiarly cryptic...)
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TomSchmitt Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
i like to go off on tangents only when im mad but this...

this is very calm...





...very calm
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TomSchmitt Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
you are also french so why write it in english

screw english
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zancan Featured By Owner May 26, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I also write in french. Since DA is international I think it's worth some effort to write in the international language that almost everyone can understand. I like english too, it brings up some new sounds and a different word flow it the mouth. Also I am willing to learn.
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MakeShiftSoul Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
I love your writing - it reminds me of a very close and good friend of mine. Wonderfully descriptive and so very real. Felt like I was there...

Thank you for sharing your lovely day.

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General-EbonRose Featured By Owner May 25, 2008  Student Digital Artist
All I can say is thank you for this.
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thaddeous Featured By Owner May 25, 2008
Wow....this is amazing. You have a very descriptive writing style, along with a calming, inside-your-head feel to it.
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