About Time Mr Wolfe

Thursday, 10 October 2013

My Artwork

Here's my art and drawings ( in no particular order ). If you want a commission or just a natter send me an email!

















Posted by Ryan James at 06:42
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The day I met him I knew it in my bones that we would grow old together. I knew we would walk beaches in winter and speak poems in spring, we would hold hands by dwindling fires and unburden the scrolls of our hearts.
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