it is afternoon, and everything goes soft. my eyes begin to register an alternate spectrum of tones and can just make out all the refractions of light beams streaming in through the blinds.
everything where it is, as it should be, complete and ornate. i'm setting out to create a new work, where challenges bring forth new shapes, grain becomes your friend, and shadows wrap themselves around each fold.
as the light dips beyond the eaves, i am adjusting the angles, making all the right adjustments, and actively facing all fears.
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