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Bringing me back

I've been trying to revive my better half..I want to write I want to paint, I want read,I want to pack my bags and set out to see the world..

I've been trying not to give up a lot of things..


Something I did on a outburst of energy .This one was for my uncle Sabin Iqbal aka Pacman 
who blindly believes "my instincts". 
                                                               


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  1. Maria JohnNovember 12, 2010 at 1:04 AM

    I remember seeing some of your paintings which you had painted when you were much younger...
    Dont stop....would love to see more...

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