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This time i have these digitally created berries. Don't ask the name as I just picked colours and tried blending to get a fruit. If you find any resemblance to any do share. 🙂 I am loving this tiring drawing style at the moment. Lets see what happens next... As for todays Quote "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” ―Theodore Roosevelt.
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  1. Saket21:39

    When I read the tab labelled "ATF", I became curious to know what you have to write about the "Aviation Turbine Fuel (Airplane fuel)" :) Blame it on the profession I belong to....,

    However, as I read on, I felt this ATF is much more powerful a propellant that the one I know . You sure will fly high with your ATF.......more higher than any plane does with my ATF :)

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    1. Ira19:44

      'Better late than never', Right? welcome to the blog, Saket.
      That is something I never knew while I named my blog so but, then it is good...
      Thanks for visiting and the kind words. See you around the blogosphere...

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