Thursday, September 3, 2015

hundred & thirty-four

She sits alone in a cluttered art room painting canvasses, sitting cross legged, wine in hand, observing her work with quiet triumph. One acoustic cover fades into the next and the hours slip away. Truly, sometimes all you need is a long uninterrupted afternoon and a pencil to find that the only one who needs to love you is you. 

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