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Name: shadowsong26
Story: City Lights
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #21. To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived., Patriarch Purple #12. New York, Rose #9. How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
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Story: City Lights
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #21. To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived., Patriarch Purple #12. New York, Rose #9. How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
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