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hehe I'm sorry that you can't really see them, in reality the thing is much bigger and the words are easier to see.
By creating this peice of art I was pretty much telling a story/poem about a troubled and sad girl from a troubled family who comes to her special hill to escape her home and the people in her life. It describes the wind in her hair, the mountains around her, the hill she is on. It asks you, almost begs you, to help her. She has no one in... (more »)