Of Life and Oil Paintings

[coffeeurchin]

Once upon a time, in a strange land known as Shiloh, NC (suburb of Elizabeth City) a little wayward, dark haired urchin made a friend. Two friends if we are to be perfectly honest. They were transfers in from a world vastly different than the one she knew. A world of concrete and tall buildings that blocked the sky from view; a world where live

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[vila_resthal]

Oh! To have made a friend like that! Someone that would make time to talk with you and tell you about his friend who did the paintings. That is wonderful. That's the sort of friend you can count as a blessing. Remember him always. Obviously, he never forgot you. Treasure those memories, forever!

Vila

[coffeeurchin]

I will. Richard was so amazing, he would have loved steampunk. Probably would have been a huge part of it himself had he known about it. He was so cool, and lived such an awesome life. I'm selfish though, and want him back.

[sabrina_pandora]

You should ask Wendie to frame them for you...

Lovely story, dear. Tell your tales, for in the end they are all that we have to leave behind of ourselves- the takes of our lives, and the tales of the others who touched our lives.