A beautiful stylish woman reading a book outside beside a brown coloured mountain. Use your imagination. Originals downloads sold elsewhere and anyone selling these is liable to prosecution for art theft and illegal art dealing. By the way, if it doesn’t say your name on the description its obviously not you! Busy with new things that don’t include your name sorry it not you! She actually is reading literature fiction in particular and most definitely not newspapers..! No Stalkers from ‘downstairs’ please. You are not part of the picture sorry! Well, Life goes on get over it because I had two angry men stalkers walking behind me too close the other day dressed in red and black trying to bully me on the street. These people understand nothing about art and are illegal hackers and they pretend to be offering employment possibly part of the same company that I mentioned earlier. Haha! no one replied to their offer! If they bother you too freely report them. They could be one here pretending to be artists and bullying people. Don’t give negativity a chance! And I will keep reposting this picture without this negativity at the mosh pit ‘bottom’. Interesting stories to accompany my very beautiful illustrations. Interested in buying? Even better! I am still smiling!
One year towards autumn a geologist was living in the pilots' hut. He couldn't speak either Finnish ow Swedish, he just smiled and flashed his black eyes. He would look at people and immediately make them feel how surprised and happy he was to meet them at last and then he just walked on with his hammer and hammered a rock here and there. His name was Jeremiah.
- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson
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Tyto Strix is a northern nobleman and scout heir to the marches along a hotly contested border. His eyes are almost like black coal and his unruly hair is an ice blonde complimenting the wintery steppes that he calls home.
It got cold very quickly and the fog was there, moving thickly around us, shutting us in on all sides. The smooth swell rolled out of the fog, crawled under the raft with a swallowing movement and rolled back into the fog the other side.
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Albert picked it up by the neck and looked at it, and it began to screech and flap one wing.
Let it go! I shouted. Everything looked so terrifying with the fog and the black water and the bird creeping around and screaming that I was beside myself and said: give it to me, I'll hold it in my lap, we must make it well again.
- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson
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