any of us lose our way the closer we get to the thing that tempts us you have fortitude, I think, and a moral compass that will not be stifled those are rare treasures
my mother taught me to draw. not to make things, but to meditate, to observe, to keep a record of things not well held by words. I am thankful for it.
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you have fortitude, I think, and a moral compass that will not be stifled
those are rare treasures
my mother taught me to draw. not to make things, but to meditate, to observe, to keep a record of things not well held by words. I am thankful for it.