it is not a new story, but one told through this voice, this time. . . the voice that strives to hear itself in truest form. . . it is an exercise in muscle, a peeling and a prying away, a pushing through and a purpose of being.
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Watercolor: soaking the senses
playing with paint in a lazy and dangerous setting: my bed
*coloring the canvas beneath the canvas: temptation noted.
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