The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
posted by name of the rose at 6:41 p.m.
are the sketches yours?they are wonderfulyou visited my site but recanted your commentfeel free to come back
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are the sketches yours?
they are wonderful
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thank you
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