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HOPELESS, MAINE: The Webcomic
HOPELESS, MAINE by Tom & Nimue Brown, one new page every week. Volume 1: Personal Demons print edition coming soon from Archaia Studios Press.
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- Inheritance page 44 (No Comments) February 3, 2012
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Poor wee thing…
This is really starting to remind me of some of the early Nightmares & Fairytales stuff (which I can’t gush enough over). And even though the art styles are so radically different, somehow even *that* seems to make the link stronger. How is that possible? Just some of the magic of storytelling, I guess!
I can sort of relate – where I grew up we were 30 miles from town, 4 miles from the nearest neighbor. My only sibling – my brother – was 11 years older than I, so I may as well have been an only child. It was a ranching family, so Dad worked long days out and about on the ranch and Mom was always busy around the house – I was usually left to my own devices. It causes one to develop a great deal of common sense at a young age, plus one also learns to amuse oneself with whatever is around – cats, toads, rocks … whatever. At any rate, going to school and dealing with all these people and rules and such was a rude culture shock. Apparently I said things to my first grade teacher like “well, I didn’t go to Kindergarten, I didn’t KNOW we couldn’t talk in class without permission!” and so forth …
To this day I’m more comfortable in small groups than in crowds – I’d much rather to go a small, hole-in-the wall place that no one knows about than some sports-bar that’s packed with people all yelling to hear themselves *shudder* So, anyway, I can understand Salamandra’s desire for peace, solitude and quiet. This is something she is going to have very little of as long as she remains in that orphanage – peace especially, judging by the reactions to her shown by the other orphans. *sigh* Why is it that people are so instantly hostile when they sense that someone is different? I guess it is fear talking there … Can I post a longer comment? Yeah, probably … but I should probably stop rambling now before this becomes its own book … 