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the deep blue sea

There was a boat gracing the horizon of dready’s view and she was beautiful … dig I’m not a seafaring guy … in good yard man fashion my father never learnt to swim till he was 40 and my grandfather’s favourite form of transport was a mule (well a

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for better or worse!

Someone said after seeing this image that Dready had “left the shallow end of creativity for the paddling pool of commercialization [sic]”; that I’d left the unique simplicity of dready’s early beginnings for something less unique and more commercial. The first incarnation of this image, seen somewhere below, was

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