paper.i was thinking about how much of myself ive put onto paper in my life, each blank page filled with parts of me.
that and how i love buying new sketchbooks, the thrill of a new start, new possibilities, wondering what im going to fill it with. and then, go back to ones that ive filled years ago and read what i wrote and look at the art and remember things that i had been going through at the time.
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