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>You’re soaring high above the clouds and can see landscape far below.
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>Letting out a cheer, you dive through a cloud.
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“Woohoo!”
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>Looping back up, you somersault a couple of times.
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>The wind blowing through your mane and the freedom of flight, wraps you in a joyous blanket.
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“I never want this to end!”
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>You let out a giggle and gently glide through the air.
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>The sun shines brightly, and its warm rays bathe you its magnificent glow.
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>As you’re gliding, you notice you’re starting to fall.
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“What?!”
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>You panic, and try to flap your wings.
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“What’s happening?!”
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>You fall further and further.
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>Looking back, you can see your wings disintegrate and you plummet.
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>You start to scream as your end approaches.
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>The ground rushes to meet you and you jolt awake.
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>Looking around, you see you woken up in a cold sweat.
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“...It was just a d-dream...”
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>As you get out of bed, you wipe away the fresh tears adorning your face.
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>It’s almost always the same.
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>You never learn from it and you always wake up.
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“...Someday...Maybe...”
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>You quickly go through your morning routine and bring a cup of coffee with you into the living room.
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>Setting down the cup, you start to warm up by drawing the basic shapes.
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“...Circle, Square, triangle...”
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>Moving onto more advanced shapes after you cover one sheet.
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>Mostly three dimensional shapes, it helps to keep you sharp.
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>Finishing up, you look at the time.
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“...Thirty minutes...Need to be fa-faster...”
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>Rather than doing another warm up, you settle on sketching the book you got the other day.
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>Bringing the nearby coffee table closer, you set the book on it and start to sketch.
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>Helps to challenge yourself with perspective.
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>As you finish up the final touches, you pause to look at the time.
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>You didn’t tell Anon what time to come over.
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“...Does-doesn’t matter...Not like I intend on leaving home today...”
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>Looking over the sketch, you try to find the imperfections.
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>Don’t see any yet, but that doesn’t mean anything.
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>You take a drink of coffee before looking again.
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“...The shading isn’t right...”
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>Marking it and setting aside like the rest, you prepare another sheet.
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>Before you settle on another object to sketch, you hear a knocking that causes you to jump.
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“...Must be A-anon...”
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>You make your way to the front door and start to undo all the locks.
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>Your fear rises slowly and try to quell it.
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>Eventually you finish off the last lock and open it slowly.
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>Can’t be too safe.
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>As you peak out, you see Anon standing there like yesterday.
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>He smiles as he looks at you.
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>”Hello Addie.”
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“...Um, hi...”
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>He stands there waiting.
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>Oh right, you should let him in.
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>Backing away from the door, you head over to your easel.
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>As you hear him close the door, he starts to talk.
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>”So, do you want me to do anything different today?”
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>Immediately you know what to sketch.
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>Picking up the book that you drew, you bring it over to him.
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“...Ju-just hold this...And look like you’re re-reading it...”
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>He opens it up and looks exactly the way you want.
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>”Like this?”
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>You nod and head back to the easel to prepare a sheet.
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>Picking up your pencil, you start to sketch.
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>The way the light plays with his form is interesting.
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>You’ve always enjoyed drawing three dimensional living things.
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>It’s bit more challenging, but you embrace it.
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>All the more to improve your skills.
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>Time creeps by, you notice Anon is trying to stay still.
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>You finish up and set down the pencil.
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>As your eyes shift between the two to see the mistakes, Anon starts to talk again.
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>”Is it done? Because my arm is starting to get tired.”
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“...Yeah...”
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>Before you can pick up the picture, he sets down the book and comes over to look at it.
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>As he stares at the picture, he nods.
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>”Your work is amazing Addie, I’m not sure how you do it.”
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“...Not really...I need to be bet-better...”
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>”Nonsense, this is far better than anything I’ve seen. I can’t draw if my life depended on it.”
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“...Anypony can draw...I bet you can too...”
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>He shakes his head.
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>”Nah, nothing like this, I probably could manage a stick figure right now.”
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>Why is he being so nice to me?
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“...Most of my work is gar-garbage anyways...”
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>Anon laughs and turns to you.
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>”I seriously doubt that.”
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>Heading over to your reject stack, you pull out several to show him.
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“...Look...These are awful...”
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>He looks them over one at a time, before looking back to you.
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>”You call this garbage? You could probably sell them for quite a bit. The quality on them is really superb.”
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>Your heart starts to race again.
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“...I do sell them sometimes...At the mar-market usually...”
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>”I figured as much, these could easily be in a art museum.”
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>Could they really?
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>No, you know for certain they are not good enough.
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>Not by a long shot, no matter what he says.
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>There is one question on your mind.
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>As you look at the drawings she showed you again.
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>Addie mumbles something out.
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“Sorry?”
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>”...I’ve never seen anything like you before...So, what are you..?”
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>A part of you was wondering when she would ask that.
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>Several thoughts run through your mind, but you settle for a short answer.
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“I’m a human, and well, I come from another world. No one is sure how I got here either.”
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>She stares at you with wide eyes again.
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>Addie remains silent for a while, and you’re starting to worry if you broke her.
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“Addie?”
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>Shaking her head, she rubs one hoof over the other looks around the room.
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>”...So-sorry...Just a lot to take in...”
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>Yeah, no surprise there.
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“Been here a few weeks now. Your Princess was kind enough to help me out. So, I’m still getting used to this place.”
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>”...I-I see...”
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>Now is as good time as any to ask.
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“So, what do you do? Other than drawing of course.”
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>Addie freezes up.
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>Well shit, didn’t think that would bother her.
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>She snaps out of it and looks at the floor.
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>”...Um...I don’t go outside, except for supplies...And to sell some sketches...”
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>Considering how she is, you’re not shocked in the slightest.
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“You don’t have any friends to hang out with?”
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>She mumbles something out.
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“What was that?”
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>Addie looks up at you, though her eyes don’t quite settle on you.
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>”...I-I don’t have friends...”
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>Well good going jackass, you made her feel bad.
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“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
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>She shakes her head, her bangs bounce a little.
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>”...It’s fine, I’m okay without anypony...”
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>That’s pretty depressing, but you remember how some people are loners, guess it’s the same for ponies.
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>Maybe you can change that, but seeing how she is, it’s probably going to be difficult.
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>Handing back the drawings, you figure you can try to chat with her to open up.
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“Other than drawing, what are your other hobbies?”
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>She sets the pictures back and stares at them.
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>”...I-I really don’t...I just sketch...”
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>Alright, this is really going to be a pain in the ass.
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>Don’t get frustrated, just try something else.
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“How about I show you my drawing skills.”
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>She perks up and turns around to face you with a surprised look on her face.
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>Before she says anything, you pull out the grocery list you left in your pocket.
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>On the back of it, you quickly doodle a pony and show her.
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>Addie takes one look and lets out a little laugh before covering her mouth with her hoof.
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>”...Sorry...I didn’t mean to laugh...”
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>There we go, laughing always seems to be the best way to break the ice.
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“Nah it’s fine, I know it’s nothing like you draw. But now you see what I mean?”
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>She nods and uncovers her mouth, a small smile is there now.
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>”...I guess so...All you need to do is practice to make it better...”
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“Of course, though I doubt I could ever reach your level.”
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>Addie shakes her head.
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>”...N-no, mine still need a lot of work...I’m sure anypony could do better..”
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>As you’re about to say something she continues.
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>”...How about another sketch..?”
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>Looking over to the clock, you still have some time to kill.
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“Yeah sure, anything in particular?”
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>She reaches her easel and starts to set up.
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>”...Um...What ever you think is f-fine...”
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>You sit cross legged on the ground, least this will be a bit more comfortable.
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>She gets to work right away, with her pencil flying across the canvas.
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>The minutes pass and she finishes.
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>Before you can ask, she brings the picture over to you.
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>It’s insane how detailed these drawings are.
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“Wonderful work Addie.”
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>She blushes and mumbles something out before giving you the drawing.
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>You look it over once more, really soaking it in and hand it back.
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>However, she shakes her head, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
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“Is something the matter?”
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>”...N-no...You can keep it...”
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>It’s hard to say something, but you manage.
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“Thank you for this drawing Addie, it’s really wonderful.”
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>She nods, and looks around the room again.
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>Unfortunately, you see it’s getting late.
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>Letting out a sigh, you stand up.
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“I’ll be back tomorrow if that’s okay with you? Around noon-ish.”
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>”...O-okay...Bye Anon...”
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“Bye Addie.”
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>With that, you take the picture and leave her home.
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>On the walk back, you have high hopes this is the beginning of a new friendship.
by NHanon
by NHanon
by NHanon
by NHanon
by NHanon