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Drafting my Dreams

At 7 years old I created my first obra. It was a purple flower, I remember it so well, even now. I don’t know where that piece of oslo paper with the intricately painted purple flower unfurling on its delicate green stem is now.

Maybe someone threw it away. 

Or maybe it’s hidden somewhere in the labyrinths of our old house, in it’s maze of forgotten dreams and childhood fantasies. 

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