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So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round;, And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

Do not let the world make you hard.

halfway home

Here’s my submissions from the anniversary fanbook. travel pals!

an elegant solution for keeping track of reality

another WIP sketch 

remix of a remix of a remix

From septembriseur’s hauntingly beautiful fic Florilegium (which I reread again a while back but then neglected to post these until now) 

some things I’m working on for a project. more to come later.

one of 28...

I made a witchsona for myself again this year. I’d have extendable pockets in all of my sweaters so that I could carry anything and everything around with me. Also featuring the weird owl staff that is in my livingroom and that no one ever uses.

sketchbook stuff: a bunch of unorganized things I've done since August. I started using watercolors again.

It Ain’t Me, screamed the radio. It Ain’t Me. It Ain’t Me.