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I managed to upload six more images to my gallery. They are my Lines Project (under Pen), Unity and Variety Project (under Pen), Gradation Project (under Paint), Shapes Project (under Paint), and my Final Narrative (under Colored Pencil).

I also wrote outlines for Fullmetal Alchemist and Death Note in the Anime section. I’ll have to insert images later to go with those pages. Also, I’m working on one for Tsubasa Reseroir Chronicle. I’m having trouble finding a good reference for all the places mentioned in Tsubasa though. If anyone knows of a site for that, please let me know. Thanks!

For those of you who don’t already know, to comment on updates, just click on the green link that is the title of the entry. The updates won’t be shown in the Blogs section since I want that part to be for other topics.

I’m unsure where I was going with this, but I decided to write-possibly a continuation of a different story only from a different perspective. Perhaps I’ll weave the two fragments together some day. I know it’s rather lacking in action, so perhaps my next installment if there will be…I’ll think on it some more.

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Snow descended gently, in flurries blown by the wind. There’s something magical about the calm silent storm that makes one forget about the coldness. Their cheeks were brushed by the feather-soft snowflakes, and their feet slowly sank with each step they took. The sky was a timeless grey such that there was no way of telling what time of day it really was. There was not a building in sight. All they could see was snow for miles around - a vast desert of snow falling on snow.
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It was such a lovely day today, the sky so blue. Not a cloud in the purest blue-ness. The leaves on trees turn to golden hues of red, orange, and yellow. Fallen leaves swirl and dance in the light refreshing northern breeze.

Yet the weather fluctuates from cheerful warmth to dreary coldness. Each passing day is so unpredictable. With time, the days grow steadily shorter, and the sky grows somber and grey. Playful warm breezes turn to sharp piercing winds. Soon all the leaves are gone and trees are mere skeletons, seemingly lifeless. All the world seems to be in a sluggish state.

Sluggish maybe, but perhaps it doesn’t have to be so gloomy. The Earth is merely napping so that it may bloom with all its natural beauty with the coming of spring and become fully ripe again towards the beginning of autumn.