to mr. winter: it has been swell
ms. spring: i've been longing for you to come
this semester its up to my independent study to give me some portfolio pieces... and im starting to work on a website... so tedious... but once its done, it'll be awesome (im hopeful)
i need to get me sketchbook off the dusty shelf and get some experimenting done
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The seed planted at the end of spring slowly reveals its colors.
A flower, a fruit or simply a stem with leaves of provincial fagrances, we shall wait a little.
Like a pebble that is tossed in a stream and make ripples or a clock that keep ticking until the time is known. There will be a time for beauty to excell and be found, and be completed.
A time soon to come.
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