We can’t fly but fall instead and sometimes are destroyed
We get by on dreaming where we are not our bodies but our voices, singing together to make a perfect noise
A bird sometimes escaping a climbing cat will make a crying sound
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Your stuff is looking, great as usual mike, Is a treat when you get to see even a little enviroment sketch since you dont really do them that often. But That one is my favorite. I love all the stuff youve been doing lately. -Ivan
1 comment:
Your stuff is looking, great as usual mike, Is a treat when you get to see even a little enviroment sketch since you dont really do them that often. But That one is my favorite. I love all the stuff youve been doing lately. -Ivan
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