she laughed and played, wishing every day was like this one. this is my sister. she loves to play in a pile of leaves. i think its her new pass time. i did this as a portrait for my parents, for the holidays.
they cried out in agony. small children, their innocence still pure, looked at him with eyes griped in terror. tears grew and gently rolled down small smooth cheeks. but still the man did not stop. scream after scream only mad the beating worse. now bruised they sniffed with relief as the man left them to care for themselves.
as she worked she felt the magic of Christmassurround her. a small light breeze filled the air and gently stroked her cheek. small twinkling lights surrounded the room and she felt as if she was in a dream.
small harry watched as the sun rose and unleashed the luminous glitter of the tree. the large majestic mountains brought out the green in the magical tree. but harry noticed that something was amiss. usuallySam put up glass ornaments. yet now there are balloons. and what are the strange tracks dissolving into the distance?
i really liked this project also. i had a hard time of coming up with something for similar but then i thought that all people are similar in a way. that we all share one goal to survive on earth. and thats how this project came to be.