I've been rent open. An old magic is back and pouring outward, shaping canyons and staining the banks with mystic residue. Helpless to the deluge, I succumb to the position of bystander. Ride it out. Let it wash over all the old formations and carve out deeper veins. Find strength in the slow, shearing away of semblance. For I am stone.
Today's Drawing and "365" Project (Inspired by the graphic novel series "Locke and Key." The instruction was to do something with dots.)
Haiku of the Day:
Child wearing crocs
Inquires about oncoming
Train. Gets no answer.
Inquires about oncoming
Train. Gets no answer.
Today's Drawing and "365" Project (Inspired by the graphic novel series "Locke and Key." The instruction was to do something with dots.)
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