dear jack foster + lakhsmita indira (you got a real strange name really really strange) you 2 posted comment on my mother's illustration of which you thought was mine and now I consider it very important to enlighten you two on the fact which is obviously escaped your notice that that was not my work but my mother's and what is more for me it is no a big deal to greet an alien earthling at all I mean after I've already done it (see here) so by now they must be for sure quite familiar with each other after all so I think her idea of being without fear in that case is just too obvious so that's no my way to express fearlessness. therefor to make myself clearer i deceided to post my very own work on if too and that's a shewolf in the moonlight and that place is a glade and it's cold and as dark as the back of my rhino beetle living in our garden and every threatening piece of all the things around there stand still watching her with fear and honour being so very noble so above everything. fear and cold and dark and the banshee sound of the midnight trees with echoing black hole eyes and the big wide opening and I can tell you that's what real fits for fearless for me and now you probably do understand state of fearlessness as i see is far from fun and more like sensing the unknown around that she manages to control by the sole presence of herself. so bye now and no need to fear read yourself to sleep instead!
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