The Words I Needed to Spill
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Dernière publication mar., avr. 4, 2017
Sometimes we have our brains brimming with ideas and worries and the only way to de-clutter is to let all of this mess spill like ink blotches onto paper. In doing so one might be surprised what darkness or light they find So here I present the little puddles from my rain of thoughts and emotions that landed onto paper.
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