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To hush the billowing thoughts roaring in the darkness- sifting words design themselves into shapes and forms new to me- discovering and rediscovering- there is light splitting into colours- like curls of doodles emerging as images never sought before………

Monday, August 4, 2014

Afternoon Doodles!


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