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Newspaper Phoenix

forWinds

Published: Sep 15, 2014

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newspaper paint phoenix

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So I haven't posted anything here in over two years... but I did once paint a phoenix on some newspaper for fun, so there's that.

I hope you are all well!

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AlisterThatchel

Sep 16, 2014

A beautiful painting

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