I don't remember how long I've been in love with Kurt Halsey's stuff. Probably since 10th grade when Ruth showed him to me. I first fell in love with his fireflies, and then opted to do one of his paintings for my senior tile. But there's something about this one that I just love.
When I get sad, I clutch onto my bear. Mike Bear, to be exact. He's my one true source of comfort when I'm upset. He was with me through so much stuff, even along side a trip to the mental hospital. I just love this piece, and I can't explain how much.
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