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Worst fears realised as death knocks at the door

As I slouched in my warm seat, I started to relax.

Forgotten woman's sad and lonely vigil

At the corner of the dim, musty pub, the woman sits. She never drinks, never eats, just waits. She waits surrounded by her moth-eaten garments and the furs of long-passed animals draping her long-passed figure. There she waits every day.

Taking viewers back to the magic of childhood

Taking viewers back to the magic of childhood

This painting is part of Lucy's Tyrell's year 13 portfolio for NCEA level 3.

Triumph for a perfect team

The cold Autumn sunshine peered feebly through the soft wisps of cloud, lighting the milling crowd.

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