It's all about intention, a rough sketch will not be a work of art, if that's the intention. As soon as the pen goes to paper, that's where the intention starts. In the mind and hands, that's where the intention lives.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...