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Shelly had spent 20 years in Second City. Almost her whole life. She loved her hometown without reservations, but she absolutely had to get away and only return for brief--very brief--visits.

There were plenty of places to go: Cities with pleasurable summers, liveable winters, fewer corrupt officials, less brutal cops, a dearth of gangs, a sense that toughness wasn't the only important human characteristic. Towns that didn't remind her of her childhood. States her parents didn't live in. Vast expanses of land she'd yet to see. Like another world altogether.

And that's what Sammy offered. A near total break from her past. Her man.

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  1. I liked the style of this one quite a bit. How it was written like a diary entry, with a feminine tone (except for the last paragraph, the last paragraph broke the rhythmn for me). I preferred trying to read the text on the actual image, to the text you supplied in the post because the text in the image feels more alive to me. Not really sure what the word scramble at the top is though...I also for some reason assumed that this was set in the city. I think it's the way you structured the panels, makes them look like buildings, and I thought the tree (reminded me of the Odin tree from Norse mythology...) was part of a park and the letters were written on windows of skyscrapers spelling out her name. The person seems androgynous.

    This drawing vaguely inspired this comic drawing I did today too. http://i51.tinypic.com/fedqom.jpg

    I'm pretty pleased with it. It's called Streptetelias Turturs.

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  2. Ok before you think I'm stupid, I actually figured out what the word jumble is saying. "Shelly imagines some place else...c..t..p"...eh...I lost the track on the end.

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  3. The end is my initials. I suppose that's a bit opaque online. Also, a little weird in context. But, when I don't sign things, people complain. I blame that and egotism for the interjection.

    I like that page you drew, too. The birds on the right are fantastic. I like the contrast of (apparent) emotion between the two. It's a strong composition.

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  4. I had to use reference for the birds, is why they look that way. The real test of my ability was the guy, since that was from imagination.

    Also, I had considered that c t p might be initials, but then I remembered you said somewhere that you used fingerprints as your signature, and I saw the fingerprints, so . . .

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  5. Well I didn't *have* to use reference. It's not like someone coerced me into doing it...but I wanted to use reference.

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