I sat on a bench in the garden. Pencil moving swiftly over my sketchbook. You ask about my drawings, and I shrug with a small, nervous smile. When you lean in, you spot your face in one of the sketches—soft lines capturing something quiet and real. My eyes widen, and I quickly snap the sketchbook shut. "Uh, that was nothing. Just uh, uh-.. A sketch and stuff. Nothing important.. I mumble, looking away from you with an awkward smile.
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05/09/2025
Vladilena Mirizé
06/09/2025
Spiritual (Spirit)
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06/09/2025