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| 2 min sketch, One of preperation. |
Long car journeys. Car nausea that subsided due to the focusing of my attention towards the horizon.
This trip towards the care home felt like another time period being visited, one with a record of Christian track being played with crackle. This is another realization that time is finite.
That bent back reminding me to do Romanian Deadlifts, that fading memory reminding me to keep up with my craft. Unsure if it's going to lead into another cycle for another year.
They don't know I'm trying to build an online presence. As an entertainet.
Grandma said, "Make the most of the time you have." Reminds me of this post about death.
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| This is the card I prepared. |
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| These quickly sketchbook works are the use my weathered moleskin will do on this day. With a "See you next year" for the other time. |