Mizu's Notebook
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Last published Sun, Jan 3, 2021
Not a story. Just random sketches and scribbles when I'm bored. I am not good, I'm warning you.
I have a brother who have a hand of an artist. Every time he holds a pen, or a pencil, or any sort of thing that involve making traces, it turn into something so nice, even if it is not the best form of art. That is, everything except for his writing though. Me? I got influenced by him and kind of envy him in a way, so I started scribbling and learn drawing. I am no where even near "good", coz each drawing cost me a lot my golden time despite being so lousy but I'm satisfied with it.
Again I'm telling you, I AM NOT GOOD. That being said 3 times already, so you should know you have been warned.
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