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   Mastodon•ART ? Curator :masto: (curator@mastodon.art)'s status on Wednesday, 16-Nov-2022 19:45:30 JST Mastodon•ART ? Curator :masto:

   #CuratorPrompts #CuratorPrompts111

   (What is Curator Prompts? > https://mastodon.art/@Curator/108293755403439999 )

   Some #ArtReference pics! Sketch, re-create in your own style, or find inspiration for some #SmallPoems , #MicroFiction , #PixelArt, #GlitchArt, or #Music :)

   Optionally, try a #2MinuteSketch or #5MinuteSketch for something more focused! :artotter:

   Anyone can join in, from any instance!

   Sources:
   https://www.pexels.com/photo/modern-interior-style-with-wooden-floor-and-cozy-sofa-3952034/
   https://www.pexels.com/photo/birds-flying-over-water-3999943/
   https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-wooden-dock-surrounded-with-green-grass-near-mountain-under-white-clouds-and-blue-sky-at-daytime-808465/
   https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-wearing-brown-long-sleeved-shirt-holding-round-glass-terrarium-2174676/

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     Albert ARIBAUD ✎ (aaribaud@mastodon.art)'s status on Wednesday, 16-Nov-2022 19:45:29 JST Albert ARIBAUD ✎

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     #CuratorPrompts #CuratorPrompts111
     #ShortStories / #FlashFiction
     #CreativeToot

     The morning sunlight pouring through my curtains was unusually disturbed, so I looked outside.

     Birds were all over the place.

     I was trained, so I looked for patterns in their flights, and found directions.

     She was standing at the end of the wooden path, silent and inscrutable. She handed me the light orb and left.

     But I don't know what to do with it or even how it works. Oh well. I will learn with time, I guess.

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     Inklyrion: Soothe Stories 🎙 (inklyrion@mindly.social)'s status on Monday, 21-Nov-2022 18:44:39 JST Inklyrion: Soothe Stories 🎙

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     • Albert ARIBAUD ✎

     I narrated your #microfiction:
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     The morning sunlight pouring through my curtains was unusually disturbed, so I looked outside.

     Birds were all over the place.

     I was trained, so I looked for patterns in their flights, and found directions.

     She was standing at the end of the wooden path, silent and inscrutable. She handed me the light orb and left.

     But I don't know what to do with it or even how it works. Oh well. I will learn with time, I guess.
     ---
     TY @aaribaud for the wonderful story!

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     Albert ARIBAUD ✎ (aaribaud@mastodon.art)'s status on Monday, 21-Nov-2022 18:45:44 JST Albert ARIBAUD ✎

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     • Inklyrion: Soothe Stories 🎙

     @Inklyrion Thank you for the lovely narration!