Fringe 365 Project – #80

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October 17, 1989

AUGUST: I saw her many years ago. She was a child. Her parents had just been killed. She was crying. But she… she was brave. She crossed my mind… Somehow. She never left it. I think… it’s what they call… feelings. I think… I love her.

Procreate, with 6B pencil.

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