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BirdHumming

wispofcloud

Published: Dec 23, 2012

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Done in traditional Pacific NW Native American style. With a few of my own tweaks.

I made this as a Christmas present for my mom this year. I hope she likes it.

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3264x2448px 3.09 MB

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