This is another piece where I should have just let the pencil roam where it pleased instead of trying to control it. The drawing isn't really anything and I doubt I would have posted it if its theme, the important idea behind it (at least important to me), wasn't such a happy one.
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Crossroads
The sunrise was now far behind him. His journey was drawing to its end. The sunset in front of him filled the sky. The memories of things be...
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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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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There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
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