Merry Adventures

 



“You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it

shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments

to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; you who

think that life hath nought to do with innocent laughter

that can harm no one; these pages are not for you”

― Howard Pyle, 1883, "The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood"




Artwork (c)2022 Mickey Kulp

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