Dear Empty Sheet of Paper.

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Autumnal Equinox

Dear Empty Sheet of Paper.

It is worth it, isn’t it? The question asked every visit; the answer wordlessly understood. The endeavour, the exertion, the exhaustion —the relief, the relaxation, the reset. 

The view. 

Years of late in ongoing chaos of human behaviour the rhythm of life disrupted. It’s a given that nothing remains unchanged.

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