If I die tonight,
sprout wings and fly away,
then tie an anchor to my leg so that I won't stray too far.
Friday, November 5, 2010
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Calastinia is a land of my creation. This world lives in the ink and other such mediums that I sketch out it's map with. My loves, my hates, my faults, they all live in Calastinia.
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