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Close-up of a page in a poetry book, with a red ribbon bookmark draped along the left edge. The page reads: Fragments of Self, rev. 24 I used to call myself a graphics programmer. But somewhere along the way, I lost that self. She lost her passion and went into hiding. Perhaps, one day, I’ll find her again. – Luna She wrote those words in hopes I’d draw for her. I’m not gone, just… resting. I hope this is enough, for now. – yx
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Close-up of a page in a poetry book, with a red ribbon bookmark draped along the left edge. The page reads: Fragments of Self, rev. 24 I used to call myself a graphics programmer. But somewhere along the way, I lost that self. She lost her passion and went into hiding. Perhaps, one day, I’ll find her again. – Luna She wrote those words in hopes I’d draw for her. I’m not gone, just… resting. I hope this is enough, for now. – yx
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