No. 100 oil & wax on a Walnut Claro slab
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The romance was real, I was consumed by the texture and depth of the idea. What would it mean to actually do this? It indeed meant everything. An appeal to my heart, and its slow gnawing as one thing one idea dissapeared it appeared in someone else’s, into their reality. The cycle would end. It had to. 
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Its not that the idea was never challenged, it was.It was challenged well. It broke me the first time, nearly destroyed me the second - I lost a friend, two. That time it was obvious - it was not time. Was I not ready or willing or relentless? Perhaps naive, looking back, I was always naive. It gets the best of me, my trust. 
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To battle for romance, apathy is opposition. The sly slander to the thing I love - its siren song. Confusing, complicating must. Placing prestige over the path of should. Awake to the lie, prestige will be the end of any romance. 
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Bind me to a path a guide, a light constant, then tie me to my name for one hundred days - until one hundred pass.
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This is just the start of self. My whole heart - part progress part resolve. Onward to write my first chapter - how this course never did run smooth. 
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