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| From the wood she comes and in the woods she stays but kill the last tree and at last she'd be free And the Martins would dance at her feet And all foxes bow as the last Hunt Started |
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Oh man, I love this! Would love to have a 20x30 of this.
ReplyDeleteLove this! Such a beautiful/non-beautiful, nice/creepy, light/dark mix that matched with the poem makes me tingle with interesting contrasts.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, I tend to find many of the denizns of Strange Spanners sympathetic even if they are rather shadowy.
ReplyDeleteA creature that would have done well in Avatar, or Narnia.
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