Warm, wispy breezes moved her soft hair. She enjoyed the breeze and only thought about how far away she was from home. At the tips of her bare feet was yellow starfish that moved with a slow grace. She pondered about it for a second thinking about how lonely of an existence it must have led.
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Salamander12's Art Book
Random"Every artist was first an amateur."- Ralph Waldo Emerson Here are a series of artworks and photos I have compiled as an amateur artist. Just about all I have posted includes a short written story scene because artworks tends to inspire that in my...
