As the land around me beings to cool, I find myself digging deeper into my work. I'm free here. I'm scouring every corner of my being and pulling up diamonds.
I feel fresh.
I feel newness.
I feel voice.
Whispers in every piece.
Style.
I feel myself rounding as I wash in and out of shore with the waves. Becoming polished against the others. Feeling my shine brighter than ever before.
And I'm at peace here.
In this world of chaos.
In the crowded spaces.
In my art.
Here where the wolves come hungry and heartless.
I have escaped.
and I am unlimited.
Happy Wednesday, birds.
May it be the best.
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