... But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw. Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell. Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form. I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
This blog will be continuously updated to show all of my work from my final year Animation (BAHons) course 2012-2015 at University of Lincoln.
Saturday, 11 October 2014
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