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    Digital painting, personal works.
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Silur
 
 
 
Block Station
 
 
 
Road
 
 
 
A Fairy Tale PRO
 
 
 
Cave
 
 
 
Alive
 
 
 
Ghosts Of The Orthodox Sleep
 
 

 
Mars
 
 
 
Everything Will Be Fine
 
 
 
On The Beach
 

    On the beach at night,
    Stands a child with her father,
    Watching the east, the autumn sky.
    Up through the darkness,
    While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
    Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
    Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
    Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
    And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
    Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
    From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
    Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
    Watching, silently weeps.

WALT WHITMAN