As my pen glides over the sheet, I release all the tension from myself, transferring into the piece, stamping it on, to be forgotten like a time capsule until stumbled upon by another soul.
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As my pen glides over the sheet, I release all the tension from myself, transferring into the piece, stamping it on, to be forgotten like a time capsule until stumbled upon by another soul.
