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October 14, 2013

The Colossus by =ssolaris is, as the suggester says, "breath-taking, magical, and weaves an interesting tale that ends with a bang." This deviant's work was also suggested by :devlittlemoonboots:

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Published: Oct 5, 2013

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LoveMeKnot

Jun 1, 2019

Really good. Love the flow and imagery - nicely done.

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