Having been raised in Kansas for all my memorable life, I know that the appropriate reaction when one is menaced by whirling debris is to eat dinner, laze slowly to the basement, and then screw around on the Internet until Nature's Wrath has made its appointed rounds. So here I am now, and I figure I may as well toss these up here. The first is another random head of the kind that happens _continuously_ when I'm not really thinking. The second is a brush/tone/value test related vaguely to Maxfield Parrish.
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