Lost Inspiration
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Compleet don, mei 27, 2021<5 mins
'𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵' - unknown
A heartfelt short story I wrote when I felt like I had no inspiration which truly shows you can draw it from almost anywhere.
A middle-aged artist has faced many troubles throughout their life but what does it mean when a little blue bird shows up at their window?
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