My Sanctuary
Relaxed, with a half-smile, I straighten my paper, untop my pen, adjust and breathe. Every time is just like the first time. Giving a voice to your thoughts, action, even a reaction.
Thinking through a situation, no hesitation as to the speed of my pen, dedication as to the preparation I must give this time and place.
PenFlow...my pen and pad,
My Sanctuary
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