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Nora, I’d been checking back to the blog hoping you’d get another inspiration and I come up from my Thanksgiving flood and find all these. I love these travelers.
It’s at this point that the animal lover in me draws that line and says to the mythologist, That had better be a rubber sword… and what’s with Tiresias getting the big woolly stocking-stuffer the rest of us kids didn’t get… please confirm immediately that no animals were harmed in the making of this work, etc.
But then again, okay, it’s fiction.
And made brilliant here, again, at that.
These dark brown and blood red tones fit the subject matter beautifully. And the lettering fairly leaps out. Like that bright access of sheep blood which we’re not thinking about.
Nora, the post hijackers here at the haunted igloo are waiting with frosted breath to hijack… er, see how this all turns out!
If you look very closely, Tom, you’ll see I didn’t have the heart for it either – the sword’s in the ground, merely sheep-adjacent. Maybe it got stuck digging the ell-square pitkin, and the bell sheep lay down for a nap?
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