There's nothing to this: there is neither theme nor story behind this image. It's just a quick and simple drawing of a child who could be from about any time period, yesterday, today or tomorrow, since, albeit a child is always changing, children remain constant. And that's yet another reason why this old world remains so constantly beautiful.
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Autumn Winds
They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...
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Back in 2015, Sarah self-published Sylvan Dreaming , a book of her poetry. She asked me to illustrate it, and how could anyone say no to s...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ...
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