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Born in the spring of 1861 in a modest East Anglian village on the wooded edges of Bury St. Edmunds, George David Darrow was the son of a gardener and a washerwoman. A solitary child, Darrow showed early signs of a vivid inner world, sketching woodland creatures and imagined spirits on sheets of whatever scrap paper he could find, much of which smelled of fish or meat that the paper had once wrapped. His youth was shaped by the rhythms of rural life and long hours exploring hedgerows, brooks, and ancient groves. Possessed of a quiet, observant nature and an innate gift for drawing, Darrow taught himself the principles of line and light by sketching the creatures and foliage around him. His Father, Henry Darrow, disapproved of his son’s obsession with woodlarking and hoped that his son would take up a respectable trade. As a young teenager, George was apprenticed to a local stone mason, but his tenure didn’t last the summer. George was found to be carving mysterious symbols into the lim...
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My name is Abdoul and I am working at Medecins Sans Frontieres/Doctors Without Borders in London. I would like to get in touch as we are providing aid to the people of Gaza
I was basically wondering if you would like to cover our involvement in Gaza on your blog.You can get more information at http://www.msf.org.uk/articledetail.aspx?fId=a_paltry_response_20090108
I apologise for contacting you out of the blue - I found you through various online networks and through your blog itself and I have only contacted you because I thought you might be genuinely interested
Thanks for taking the time to read this far
Abdoul,
How are you ? hope u still remember me !
i'm Ashraf Hamdi, Egyptian cartoonist
happy for sending me your blog adress.
your cartoons are amazing
keep in touch
and have a nice day.
How have you been? Thanks for your kind comments.
Es muy cruda la realidad.
Saludos
May peace be with the people of Gaza!