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Valentine's Day Art Exchange!DIGITAL LOVE IS IN THE AIR!The Valentine Exchange is back! We asked you to create Valentine-themed deviations and submit them to the Valentine Exchange category. Now, it’s time to send your love-filled deviations to your deviantART friends, family, and secret admirers! From February 12th to 19th, the “Send a Valentine” button has been activated on deviation pages for deviations in the Valentine Exchange category, so you can send your custom creations and valentines made by others. Love is in the air!CREATE THE LOVECreate Valentine-themed deviations and submit them to the
paradelle for confusionI want to know about myself.I want to know about myself.The window going to nowhere.The window going to nowhere.I want to know about the nowherewindow, going to myself.My hand is a faltering filter.My hand is a faltering filter.My mind a cracking sieve.My mind a cracking sieve.Cracking my hand, a sieve,a filter; my mind is faltering.The summer world I lost is spinning.The summer world I lost is spinning.The moon is dripping water.The moon is dripping water.Spinning the moon, I lost water.The world is summer, is dripping.The window is a sieve cracking,water dripping, spinning,faltering. Summer is a filterto my mind, going nowhere.My hand is the world I lost, the moon.I want to know about myself.
The Day You Drowned- to Oswaldo, my first friendI could hear the ocean that morning, somethirty miles from the coast, in that waythe waves always break down without anyonearound to see the waves break downand it made no sense that I would waketo the sound of the waves breaking down thatmorning, but there I was, awake, oceanin my ears, and alone. I learned what happenedmuch later, bike tire treading water at ourpark, a sign hung in the rain. You werealone, skirting, dancing with the shorethe way you always would, the way you always diduntil then, when the ocean danced with youand led you onward, your favorite music withyour favorite partner leading you on, foamstepping forward, you stepping back. Whenthe false step happened, the ocean cradled youbecause you were its favorite partnerand it never wanted to lose you, to be leftalone. You, being gracious, went along.The ocean was in my ears this morning. I hopeyou're still dancing in the ocean's arms.
Yellow BeastsFighting was not Edgar's strongest point. He could hold his own against any opponent he needed to, but he wasn't looking for conquest, and anything that wasn't territorial wasn't worth investing in. In his mind this was enough. He would occasionally spar with the big man, but Edgar knew he didn't need to defend the mountain from the big man. More importantly, he knew he'd lose against the big man. At most he would kill wild animals to keep them from using the mountain as a nesting or breeding ground, or else to eat.But when the big yellow beasts started showing up on the side of the mountain, Edgar began to worry. They never came high enough up the mountain that he had to interact with them, but he didn't like how close they were, or the noise they made. And it became increasingly apparent to Edgar that they made noise all the time, and that the noise changed regularly. Many nights he could see unnatural light coming from them, though some nights there was no light, and no noise. Thos
Barbarian in the SnowChildren set Edgar off in ways he never understood. Their constant crying and yelling and neediness made the hair on his forearms stand on end, and he wanted nothing more than to send them flying from the mountaintop. It took the big man who always yanked on his ponytail to keep him from killing the children. When summer rolled around, Edgar hid at the top of the mountain where it was cooler than on the flatlands. Because of the heat, he rarely dealt with others, but the big man and the children came up once in a while for the same reason he hid out near the summit. Edgar wouldn't dare hurt the children while the big man was around, no matter how much he wanted to.One particular morning, the sun was masked by clouds, and Edgar found himself trudging through a layer of snow. He preferred the snow to the heat, and he was prepared to spend the day curled up in the snow, even if it meant getting sick, when several children came running up the mountain in the snow. He grabbed his bon