I am trapped in the pages of books that I read, that I am reading and that I am writing.
The ink separates me from reality where ink is skimmed over as though it's nothing.
Ink saves me from myself.
Ink is my friend.
Biro, quill or pencil.
These are my writings.
Ink Writings.
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Jan 16, 2020 09:50PM
Hi all! It's been a while and whilst i still write i primarily illustrate these days and would love if you followed my instagram account @/caitisjustcaitSee you all there!!~ Admin CaitView all Conversations
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