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Made-to-order drawing Sample 3
I sense how body and soul separate from one another. The soul hops around, unprotected, the body is strong and again offers a place to hide. Like marsupials, the soul sneaks back into the pouch. Soul and body are together again, even if not reunited. That’s how things have been with me this past year. |
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