So *this* is what happens when you tell a continuous story. I like it. I like it a *lot*. A macabre yet touching tale of a mother's love for, or perhaps crazed devotion to, her children, all in your haunting style that conveys so much depth with only flat shapes. As expected, hearing the tale behind one idea leaves so many more questions to ask. I look forward to seeing if and how you address them.
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