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Inktober day 22

The Squonk! A mythical creatures known to my homestate of Pennsylvania. It wanders around and cries, because it believes it is ugly with it’s warty and baggy skin. It is impossible to catch, because if you do, it just dissolves into a puddle of tears to escape. It mainly sticks to untouched woodland, the thicker the trees, the better, so it can hide itself away. 

Personally I’ll tell them that they are beautiful, but you can never get close or they just turn into tears!

micron and gel pens!