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Sometimes my pen makes art. I really don’t know why I get away with it. But it seems my latent talent was latent.

I grew up with art and artists, but only drew on my jeans. My art was torn to shred over the years.

Now, my pen shows again promise. It also is a journey into the pains that seem to drive the pen. The blues are sung in misery to lift us above.

I ask you to Wait!

Mayumi

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    Wait!

    Sometimes my pen makes art. I really don’t know why I get away with it. But it seems my latent talent was latent.

    I grew up with art and artists, but only drew on my jeans. My art was torn to shred over the years.

    Now, my pen shows again promise. It also is a journey into the pains that seem to drive the pen. The blues are sung in misery to lift us above.

    I ask you to Wait!

    Mayumi

    RELATED:

      Wait!