in the passing strange
watercolor, gouache, ink, pigment on paper
Shakes' sat at his table in his tiny house and wondered about the passing strange outside his window. In reality, he was the odd one among the townspeople, but no one knew how to talk to him, instead, when he passed by, they would mumble to themselves, such an odd fellow, and he would see them mumble and think, such odd mumble mouths.
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