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Tag: Well

  • Well well well

    Frankly my dear, that is the last time I let Mr Whateley drank from our well!
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    Franchement ma chère, c’est bien la dernière fois que je laisse Mr.Whateley se sustanter à notre puit !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • The Old Well

    The Old Well was there way before the village was founded. Nobody
    knew who or when built it. It was like theses old monoliths, sorta “has
    been there all along” kind of landmark. House after house, the village
    grew large, the old well at its center. The water was always crystal
    clear and fresh, even in the direst of droughts.
    Without
    realizing it, the inhabitants always felt compel to gather around at
    any time of the day. Just to greet each other, talk and share a moment
    of together. Some says the well is magic, and has been enchanted. They
    say that under the coping are carved mystical runes. But nobody dares to
    unseal the lips to check underneath, for they fear it would break the
    charm.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook