line art journal entries, march 2019
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| star stuff |
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| Do Stuff, journal line art |
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| the moment at hand |
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| I cut my own hair, journal page |
Once the winter days become too cold and icy to be on my bicycle, I let my hair grow long through the winter. Sometime toward the end of that season, we start riding and hiking again. Yesterday was such a day.
We rode to the trails and hiked for a couple of hours. The long afternoon in the woods and under the sunny sky was full of promise and Spring.
That evening just before I showered, I cut my own hair.
I cut away the sorrow.
I cut away the regret.
I cut away the anger.
I cut and I cut.
And it felt so good. — Juana
I cut away the sorrow.
I cut away the regret.
I cut away the anger.
I cut and I cut.
And it felt so good. — Juana
