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Deviousness `TimberClipse's dedication to our community is without question. From developing helpful tutorials, to being a community leader in groups such as #fella and #deviant365, you can always find Zev connecting with all areas of our community in order to spread his infectious enthusiasm and inspiring positivity. We are delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2012 to `TimberClipse, congratulations! Read More
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Sta.sh
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Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad. (Salvador Dalí)
how to increase your audience [link]
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Vision is the most powerful of the senses.
~ André Breton
The hardest time is the moment just before you know that the very next time the sun hits them will be it, and you cannot wait for the rays of light to cause them to 'open up'.Just like people. We wait for the light.
Love this!
Tamara
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"I well may mourn that only one
Can light my future sky
Even though once by his radiant sun
I found my smile so bright
But now the moon of life must die -"
Bronte
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don't be a slogan to anyone because you are a poetry... [link] ^^
Anioł stworzył, Diabeł wychował!
„Amator patrzy na sprzęt, profesjonalista na kadr a mistrz na światło”
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""Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about what happens to you." 1 Peter 5:7"
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
[link]
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$h@bz