My possible cover page- without writing yet

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Fishr
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Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:20 pm
Fishr says... · Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:20 pm
Would love opinions. The photo is the Granary Burial Grounds in Boston, with the Old South Meeting House in the background, as that is the main setting.

(Cemeteries make great settings, lol!)

Thanks, guys.
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The sadness drains through me rather than skating over my skin. It travels through every cell to reach the ground. I filter it yet strangely enough, I keep what was pure and it is the dirt that leaves.
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Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:27 pm
Rosendorn says... · Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:27 pm
That is a very cool picture. I likes it a lot.
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

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Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:29 pm
Fishr says... · Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:29 pm
Thanks, Rosie. :) The cover page is meant to go with, "Garrick's Christmas," which is my new project.
The sadness drains through me rather than skating over my skin. It travels through every cell to reach the ground. I filter it yet strangely enough, I keep what was pure and it is the dirt that leaves.
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Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:31 pm
Rosendorn says... · Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:31 pm
And one of the teasers posted was based in a cemetery, right? Even better!
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Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:45 pm
Fishr says... · Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:45 pm
I, I don't remember, but probably. xD
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