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Day 11: Death (Patreon)

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2019-10-10 20:47:51
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2024-03
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Early peek at tomorrow's inktober!! I loved working on this one :3

Death deserves a flower sometimes too, it's not his/her fault we have an expiration date.

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Theo Jakiemów

<b>The Gardener and Death</b> A Persian Nobleman: This morning, driven by sheer terror, my gardener bolts into my living quarters, shouting, "My Lord, My Lord one moment of your time! While I was pruning the Roses, I felt urged to look behind me and I saw The Grim Reaper. I startled, and ran the other way, but saw in terror how he raised his hand. Your Lordship, please let me borrow your fastest horse, so I can reach Isfahan before nightfall." Late that afternoon, my gardener long time gone, strolling through my estate, I too met The Grim Reaper. "Why," I enquiered, while he stood and kept quiet, "did You threaten my gardener, earlier to day?" Smiling, he answers, "A threath it was not your gardener fled. I only was surpised, when morning came and I saw him leasurely at work, when I had to fetch him in Isfahan that evening." <i>Original poem by P.N. van Eyck (1887-1954)</i>