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Sketches that I couldn't bring myself to throw away...

Little Boy in Pajamas by me


Fairy-mom, girl and baby in a basket pencil by me

I never could quite let these sketches go. The characters felt like they were alive somewhere...or at the least, friends.

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  1. I can hardly handle the sweetness of these sketches, my friend. They just open my heart wide wide wide. Such beauty you are creating...

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    1. Thank you, sweet friend. I am so glad that you are here. Thank you for resonating and I am so glad that you are feeling some inspiration for your art again. I feel the same sweet magic with yours.

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  2. Sweetness! Friends and part of who you are!

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    1. I love this comment so much. I never thought of them as part of who I am + friends. This feels very deep to me! Thank you!

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