Just a clean line.
Beautifully crafted.
Crisp, clear, clean
As the morning air.
What is hidden within?
How can we plumb the depths?
Why do we yearn for the tension,
Intention held in tiny things?
Because we have learned to play,
Create, craft, make and break in lines.
Oh, for the joy of digging in,
Breaking open that one wonderful line.
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