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Submitted: May 19
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Submitted: May 19
File Size: 642 KB
Image Size: 197 KB
Resolution: 567×397
Comments: 5
Favourites & Collections: 4 [who?]
Views
Total: 263
Today: 4
Downloads
Total: 95
Today: 2
Thumb
Artist's Comments
I've submitted these to the people at the apple downloads section so I'll keep my fingers crossed for that ^_^ but until then i figure i might as well let the good people of DA have first download of these 20 free mac icons.
To see more of my characters check out my gallery, if you want to re-distribute these icons please let me know first, and credit jmkit.com
no editing please. download and enjoy!
UPDATE: they featured them!! [link]
To see more of my characters check out my gallery, if you want to re-distribute these icons please let me know first, and credit jmkit.com
no editing please. download and enjoy!
UPDATE: they featured them!! [link]
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'The creative imagination has the power to combat all enemies, we are protected by the flow of our own inspiration' - Nick Cave
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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'The creative imagination has the power to combat all enemies, we are protected by the flow of our own inspiration' - Nick Cave
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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