Redraw of my Halloween one-shot druid, M.V. :))
Older one below:

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Redraw of my Halloween one-shot druid, M.V. :))
Older one below:
John Surtees on a 1956 M.V. 500 Four in Ramsey's Parliament Square on his way to winning his first Tourist Trophy, the 1956 Senior. - source Bikers Mirror.
Brian Lavelle - M.V. (Towers Conning)
Alg-a
2006
If there's one thing I've realized, it's that everyone is damaged. So unbelievably torn apart. Ripped to shreds even. What's the point in trying to fix everyone. Most people will deny the fact that there is something that haunts the back of their mind. Because maybe if they don't say it, it won't be real. But in reality, everyone has their demons. The only thing we can do is offer the good parts of us and hope they dance well with the bad parts. If you're going to love someone, you have to fall in love with their moon and their sun. It's your responsibility to love them even when the only thing shining in their eyes is a relentless moon. Love them until the sun comes out.
M.V.
Ieri ho mandato gli auguri a M.V., lei mi ha risposto ringraziandomi, io avrei voluto continuare la conversazione con un "come te la passi? Ti ho vista in macchina l'altro giorno ma non ti ho salutata perché non mi sembrava mi avessi vista" ma mi sembrava troppo di rivangare il passato.