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The years melt before us, fearful and unknown.
I never imagined I’d face them on my own.
May these thousand winters swiftly pass,
I pray.
I love you. I miss you. All these miles away.
May all your dreams be sweet tonight,
safe upon your bed of moonlight.
And know not of sadness, pain, or care.
And when I dream I’ll fly away and meet you there.
Sleep…
Sleep…
Sleep…
-- Ponyphonic
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This is wonderful. Sad too. It's sort of sad that being sad makes beautiful artwork sometimes but in a way it makes sense.
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callyanneh
This is wonderful work. I saw it at DA too, but I'm kind of laying low there.
I love the lighting, and Crownless' anguished expression. It really says a lot. Great stuff.