However, he was pulled out of his thoughts by the appearance of the next blossoms.

Instead of one, there were many. Each of the faintest blue, hanging in the air like a breath on a cold night.

-Frederic the Lesser.

Hey everyone, sorry this is getting up late… again. Between the vlog, and the twitter, and other painting work, I’ve been overextending myself a little bit this month, but I’m getting it back under control. Verse 56 is going up again this month as normal!

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