Yes, I've been drawing.


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Alice was beginning to grow very tired of sitting on the bench, and of having nothing to do. She had peeked once or twice into the book her guardian was reading, but there were not conversations or pictures, and what is the point, Alice thought, of a book without pictures or conversations?

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October 1st, 1874

I was at last released from that horrid mental asylum today. I suppose it matters little that my insanity was purged from me a little over a month ago. My doctors refused to believe me, especially Wilson. There were times when I thought my sanity would drive him mad, he found it so difficult to accept ( Read more... )

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