Thoughts

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“Rawr, rawr, rawr, rawrrr (Kevin keep writing),” Dino says like a little boss. But his words fall on dead ears, as his creator’s eyes start to gloss.

“Dino, I need to rest my head for just a minute.” says Kevin through a yawn. Struggling to put pen to paper as darkness turns to dawn.

And as Kevin falls a sleep, Dino looks to the wall. Pinned hundreds of sketches, some big and some…