PLEASE FAVE MY NEWS ARTICLE--so these artists can get more exposure!!
....and 'our
children' aren't forgotten!
Children are the WORLD.PLEASE dont hurt our children.
.please.I realize many of these deviants are featured more than once, but there are many artists completely unknown and deserve your attention.Brilliance:
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Sleep and Peace:

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Just a preview of images of symbolism I hold dear to me as I browse through dA
[if you see any of these good-quality concepts done in your future browsing, please share them with me]Keys:

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I plan to do more features soon,
For now its about THE CHILDREN!
Devious Comments
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♫ "everyone back my heart's at war.."
artwork || photography || stock
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Medusa was beautiful
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
wouldn't be complete without your works
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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Medusa was beautiful
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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We're nothing like God. Not only are our powers limited, sometimes we're driven to become the Devil himself.
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