Dancing Pencils

So this was the year it all began, a life many have seen before changed in some ways for the better in some ways for the worse. As with all good tales it began with morning and ended with the coming of night. But this is not a story of love lost or found, it isn't a story about love at all, not in the kind that we humans wish for. 

The day began with an idea, and a pencil. One well manicured hand danced the pencil over the page creating something new, lines and blurs collided leave all but a design. A design begging to be made, that caused a desire in the artist that she had never felt towards anything let alone an idea of her own. 

xo xo Miriam

P.S. Surprise yourself daily  

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