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The Inkwell

An indelible archivum

of prose bound in time,

scattered parchments of half-spun ruminations,

curious queries set to stir the soul in motion,

and a menagerie of poetry strewn by the breeze.

Close your eyes and make a click.

Let the fates decide.

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The Bindery

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There's Nothing Wrong With How I'm Wired

pencil sketching of a luna moth

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