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's photographs are refreshing in their naturalness. Though containing a feeling of simplicity, there is great profundity too as we are shown beauties that we may not have fully appreciated before.
=rosaarvensis's Gallery
gets to the main point of the written piece in a concise manner, creating an awesome impact that is only furthered on through the brilliant diction and phrasing. It is easy to become engaged in ~Treo-LeGigeo's literature when we can also relate to them so well.
The FieldsCarl,~ An extract from The Fields
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing
""Hello?"
The figure doesn't move. Then he takes another step and it's turning away, disappearing into the building. He rushes forward, inside, and stumbles over the mess on the floor."
UsEvery face has an eye, every eye has a sight,~ An extract from Us
To seek and know, what is wrong and right.
Every sight has a vision, every vision has a dream.
And every dream has a future, to find, to fight.
Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail.
Every face has a heart, every heart has a soul,
To lead the world to that one last goal.
Every soul has a voice, to speak and to trust,
And every voice, is one of us.
"Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail."
Still Bravely Singing, FlyThere's no need for storm on the battlefield,~ An extract from Still Bravely Singing, Fly
For thunder's in every round,
With rain of shells and mortar falls,
The fog of pain's resound,
And the fierceness of each storm of fear,
Of living dead against the ground.
Some no more than ten and six,
Not one over nine,
Men from behind a poster come,
To the front, line by line,
A fight for a cause that is not their own,
Where self and country entwine.
An uncle, a brother, a father, a son,
Away while every loved one cries,
To fall on lonely and distant plains,
Each buried where he lies,
A comrade, a soldier, standing together,
Until the last man dies.
The first day passes in anxious await,
The
"Men from behind a poster come,
To the front, line by line,
A fight for a cause that is not their own,
Where self and country entwine."
~Treo-LeGigeo's Gallery
's style is truly vibrant, the painted creations one step from literally coming to life. With the brightness of the art here, it's difficult to keep a glum face for long as we become immersed in a lighter world full of life though nothing is actually moving!
*peacheriie's Gallery
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