- He would not stay for me, and who can wonder
by A. E. Housman
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.
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Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Photoshop or Painter, but mostly I use my hands and whatever strikes my fancy. Pencil, ink, marker, paint, what-else...the tools are not as important as the practice.
Toujours,
I just wanted to stop by and wish you all the best for tomorrow.
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