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From stock,groups and annoying issues...Wheels For Independence
A few days ago,I left most groups I had joined,this after the recent stock rules and the issues resulted from it, I clarify: I am someone who supports stock from DA and its providers, I have recently said: I have never purchased stock, nor I will do, for many reasons but above all because we must use what we have at home.
DA has been my home for 5 years,since I joined,I have always used DA stock,the same,I have always credited every stock used,even if my own resources,so I fully support stock because at this home we have great stock owners/providers, their images have inspired me many times to create.
I can understand when an artist purchases stock,many artists do it because they want 'original creations',because 'the model's image' has been used so many times by other artists and well,'I can afford' stock that w
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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