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The night was still; the cold air blew harshly with the wind. The rain stopped for a while at least and the wet street glowed in the moonlight, the street lamps blocking out the stars and putting an eerie radiance on the dark sky. In the ally he waited! The darkness that surrounded him made it seem that entire bit darker the air that seemed to hang heavily around him, filling the night with dread. The man watched the street outside his ally, He watched with eyes that fed on the fear of others, reflecting the night within them, wide and black. His skin smooth and pale sparkled with the fine mist of water that
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Individual rings. Like the ones we'd see in your Grandmother if we chopped her down. - Joe Britain
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<3 Nic
"As an artist, you organize your life so you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no garantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life." - Chuck P - Diary
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<3 Nic
"As an artist, you organize your life so you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no garantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life." - Chuck P - Diary
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<3 Nic
"As an artist, you organize your life so you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no garantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life." - Chuck P - Diary
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