| Simply said, these are my works. |
Drummer DucheminAimée Duchemin hears of the (French version of) the story of the little drummer boy, whose father is out to serve in the army. The young boy cannot live with the thought of seeing an empty house, and seeing his father away from home. He says a prayer, lights a candle in the house and walks down the snowy banlieue with his drum strapped on his shoulder, hoping to find a place quiet enough for him to play. The young boy hears a voice calling out to him :Drummer Duchemin
"Child, where are you going ?"
The boy turns round to see if anyone called him, but he cannot see anyone. He soon understands that an angel is calling out to him,
| Simply said, these are my works. |
| Also known as troisnyx*, trois or TNE, troisnyxetienne is a lazy sod who loves to sketch. Her heart has always been with the arts, and it was after seeing three friends' DeviantArt pages that she finally decided to become a Deviant herself. |
Today, I finally break away from tradition.
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Rejoice not at thine enemy's fall - but don't rush to pick him up either.
~Jewish Proverb
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Cette chose qui brille dans le ciel, ÇA S’APPELLE LE SOLEIL, vous savez ?
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"Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me."
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