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.
Saturday, November 1, 2025
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Unbidden Memory
It was a pleasantly warm night. Iago and Quasimodo were surrounded by the songs of crickets as they entered the clearing in the woods. ...
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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 ... -
Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ... -
There's no story behind this poor little doodle except that it was inspired by an Anthony van Dyck portrait... and that's no h...