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swan

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January 22, 2015 at 00:03

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A drawing of a bellydancer

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January 14, 2015 at 18:17

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A drawing of Bill Tung

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January 7, 2015 at 17:45

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A silhouette of a woman

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December 31, 2014 at 19:20

Merry Christmas

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A drawing of two bullfinches

Merry Christmas to all my readers, both occasional and subscribers.

Thank you for your interest, comments and support throughout the year, it means a lot to me.

I look forward to serving you further stories, ideas and drawings in 2015.

Humbly yours,

Hampus

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December 24, 2014 at 01:25

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A drawing of two people kissing

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December 17, 2014 at 12:04

Gone

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A drawing of a smoking woman

She returned to the dressing room sometime after midnight. The dressing room was empty. She picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and left it hanging from her bottom lip while she searched through her handbag for a lighter. Someone banged on the door.

“No!” she called, glancing quickly up at the mirror. A dark streak of makeup shot down her neck and pooled in the hollow by her clavicle.

“You’ve got to come see this,” said the voice behind the door, “they’re on their feet.”

“Wait!”

She found the lighter. Her thumb trembled as it skidded over the flint wheel. Wild sparks danced around her fingers before the flame broke out and hung there, serene and bright. She looked into the mirror again and saw two miniature flames floating in the dark of her pupils.

“Hey,” the voice called behind the door, “you’ve got to come back out. They’re tearing the house down.”

“I’m not ready. Get someone else.”

She lit her cigarette and tossed the lighter onto the desk. She reclined, put her feet up on the table, took them back down and leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees.

“What?” called the voice.

“I said, get lost.”

“Are you okay in there?”

“Fine,” she said and buried her face in her hands. The cigarette singed her hair.

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December 10, 2014 at 13:40

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