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It was on this rainy night when the wind pierced and scattered my soul that I realized perhaps, I was in the wrong line of work. But the Necronomicon beckoned for my attention....

It was on this rainy night when the wind pierced and scattered my soul that I realized perhaps, I was in the wrong line of work. But the Necronomicon beckoned for my attention....

This picture is BEGGING to become a painting... "Walking in the rain - Marais", by Tansy Liverwort

This picture is BEGGING to become a painting... "Walking in the rain - Marais", by Tansy Liverwort