The Deeping Cold outside says to me, “Jack, it is a good time be indoors cutting copper into the flying fish of provision.”
“Indeed!” says I, “but let us not forget those who toil without such comfort.”
“Verily!” says the Deeping Cold.
bevel
edge dust
the transition
gouache
upon which to draw
cultivators
scribe
awe
hard meets soft
line upon line
slowly slowly
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