I was a mere quill sifting through the wind all against my will.Someone passed by and threw a glance…Picked me up all by chance. Chiselled and ready to strike onI was put to task from dusk till dawn.Words started to flow and pages got filled…Stories took form and characters got build.#artjournaldailydailyartjournalartandpoetrywritinginmyjournal Someone got the light but none shown on me…Wonder why that bird let me free.

Daily Art Journaling ~ Day 315

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