During the spring, in days of yore, the now extinct wooly elephabbit, a large animal about the size of a small horse, was known to prounce around the woodlands causing no end of consternation on the part of the other animals because of the ruckus they would make as the earth shook violently with each leap and bound.
On the artistic end, I am grateful for the ability to schedule time to draw. Yesterday, I was unable to because of other demands. This time makes all the difference.
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