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Description
The beginning of the story
""
For long the wilds under the northern sky
silent may have been.
Resounded only with a breath of wind.
The spear of a bear-hunter
lay on the ground by its prey.
Awaiting the arrival of a craft.
Yet no one foresaw the dawning
and thus set another day.
""
Next
""
For long the wilds under the northern sky
silent may have been.
Resounded only with a breath of wind.
The spear of a bear-hunter
lay on the ground by its prey.
Awaiting the arrival of a craft.
Yet no one foresaw the dawning
and thus set another day.
""
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Beautifully done. 
I really like the way how you manage to express so much with so few strokes of the brush. You also have a wonderful way with colours. Great work!
I really like the way how you manage to express so much with so few strokes of the brush. You also have a wonderful way with colours. Great work!