The Ragdoll and ArachneOnce, as I sat mildly, sitting only on the highest tier,The Ragdoll and Arachne
I must note that it was August, dusk was drawing near.
And as the sun began to set, my heart began to flutter. What joys this darkness brings? thought I, mainly to myself. I listened carefully to hear the spiders softly mutter, Only feet away, while here I sat, upon my highest shelf.
And then, I saw the moonlight strike the spiders' string, And saw Arachne climb, and in the light, I heard her sing.
I saw heavenly things, borne of Her silken tongue, Her jeweled web, with dew, a woven gown of white. I dreamt
Vue de piano
Wow! I'm alive!
Joy
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"Art students don't need a reason to take off their pants and dance with a giant banana." - Bast
Dommage que tu n'aye pas encore mis tout tes dessins...
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