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FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM. AT LAST. cant wait to waste my time sketching other stuff. drawing things besides buildings. painting in acylic! canvas! charcoal! exploring some more with markers and colored pencils! finding my way through ink! and totally killing watercolor! fudge! summer seems so long, yet with all these stuff, i think its barely enough. hope I'd be productive. wish me luck! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

My grandmother died the other day. I was not in the house when it happened. But they said she slipped away in her sleep, peacefully, as if a child finding solace in her sweet dream for the first time. She was already 92 years old; more than enough to say she has lived her life. A mother of nine, and an early widow, she raised all her children with all the guts she had in the midst of an unfair world. She thrived through thick and thin and continued to raise her children's children, and their children. But now she's gone. But gone where? The priest would likely say "in the hands of God", but I'd rather think differently. I'd say she's there,