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Matt McLain  
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Washed Away
in Waterscapes on 3/26/08
The Quiet Map-maker
in Waterscapes on 3/26/08
Little Now Town
in Cityscapes & Skylines on 3/25/08
Big Oak: An Old Friend
in Landscapes on 3/20/08
Rin Tin
in Domesticated Animals on 3/20/08
Bottles
in Products on 3/20/08
Mardi Gras Tree
in Interior on 3/20/08
Balclutha
in Transportation on 3/20/08
Danger
in Aquatic Life on 3/19/08
Solace
in Geology on 3/19/08
What It Is
in Domesticated Animals on 3/19/08
Leveled Slants
in Cityscapes & Skylines on 3/18/08
Islands of OrangeColored Peace
in Waterscapes on 3/18/08
Car Sickness
in Waterscapes on 3/18/08
Smoke on the Water, Fire in...
in Sky on 3/18/08
Hotel Room
in Erotic on 2/20/05
Title UnknownA gentle breeze carried the baying sounds of a dog  The golden sun shone on our group from it's cloudless vantage point. One by one we walked toward our destination. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago we had gathered at this same spot, our eyes locked on the same earth. The only difference was that where once a fresh grave had been made now a years growth of tended grass stood making it seem as if the grave had been there for years.  
 
I stood in back of the group of twenty-some odd people my own age, and about four or five adults. Out of those people only one or two was actually crying. We all stood around the tombsto Title Unknown
in Biographies on 2/18/05
True Beauty
in Exterior on 2/17/05
Jason's Story No Real TitleAccession  
 
He lived in the City of Devils, in the suburban area known as Caskow, which was also the name of the only school of magic in the state. He lived almost seven miles from the school, which was just recently renamed to the Magus Center Learning Institution, and had visited there on several occasions with his father. They never called the places where they herded the Mages actual “Schools”, because the government always worried that it would give the wrong impression. After all, the last thing Humans wanted to hear was that Mages were actually learning magic. This marked the sixth time the school had had a name change in t Jason's Story No Real Title
in Fantasy on 2/16/05
Old Bike
in Exterior on 2/15/05
The ManWho is he? Where does he come from? He did not know these things anymore. He did not care about these things anymore. Only his grief and the slowly dying sound of "Amazing Grace" coming from an old wind up ballerina music box litter his thoughts. Only those two things kept him moving further and further away from the horror he had left behind.   
The wind-up toy was a gift he gave to his daughter on her fourth birthday. It was six inches tall total with the case for the music box resembling a hill decorated in flowers. A ballerina dressed in a tutu stood on the top of this small hill, pirouetting for eternity. Everything, except the The Man
in Horror on 2/14/05

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