check it. check it.

It's bigger than I'm used to which makes my knees weak. Wider than my arm span.
Pen and acrylic. I love the bleeding at the bottom of the stumps which I must fool with further.
Consequently,
she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
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