PLEASE FAVE MY NEWS ARTICLE--so these artists can get more exposure!!
....and 'our
children' aren't forgotten!
[link]Children are the WORLD.PLEASE dont hurt our children.
.please.I realize many of these deviants are featured more than once, but there are many artists completely unknown and deserve your attention.Brilliance:
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Sleep and Peace:

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Just a preview of images of symbolism I hold dear to me as I browse through dA
[if you see any of these good-quality concepts done in your future browsing, please share them with me]Keys:

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I plan to do more features soon,
For now its about THE CHILDREN!
Devious Comments
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We're nothing like God. Not only are our powers limited, sometimes we're driven to become the Devil himself.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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my site && my flickr
All my images are under copyright law and they are not to be used without my permission.
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Tressie Davis Photography
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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