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  • i had this thought in my head since summertime, a man with a volcano for a head, his smile is the sun rising or setting.

    but, i don't really know how to do art. not like my little sister, or some of my friends. i can't always get the picture the way it is in my head onto the paper.

    but i made a decision to just love it. whatever it became. my artwork has looked the same since i was in 5th grade, more or less. i just decided it's okay.

    when i show it to you, i just want you to love it too. it's not something i want you to like, i want you to love it. just because i made the decision to let it exist. to just try. i'm not looking for an honest opinion, or critique, or help in improving it, or for you to gush about and say you love it, sometimes i do want those things. but with this, i just want to look at it, and let it be and love it quietly.

    it's a volcano man, with a green and brown santa claus beard, and a perfect smile filled with the sun.
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