| I had to fight my way through a lot of this painting, but I really think I clicked in the end. It makes me so happy. |


EXR3: Through the TwilightShe had been just a child. What business did those men have in bringing her into the depths of hell?EXR3: Through the Twilight
Jaana closed her eyes briefly, too tired in too many ways, and with an effort pushed the thought away for what seemed the millionth time. She had faced her most painful, deep-seated guilt; she had once again opened her heart to her Creator, and through Him found the strength to put her dead to rest. She should, by all rights, be at peace and instead, she was brimming with anger and fixated on the image of a child dead in a cold abattoir.
Again and again, she saw James's blast thrown off-target by the old man's
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"Every time I make a plan, God laughs at me." -Jason Isaacs
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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
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"Every time I make a plan, God laughs at me." -Jason Isaacs
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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
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www.MollyBrewerStudio.com
My Sketchbook Blog
Thanks! Hopefully I'll get a chance to upload new art at some point before I die of old age xD
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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
But now that I've read everythinng (hah) I can move on to other people, finally.
This calls for Jenna day today! And tomorrow.
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Don't cry over spilled blood. Write a poem about it instead! - L.C.
(i feel bad. i rarely comment on most things that come through my inbox nowadays...)
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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
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