September 2018

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As a child I favoured poster paints, then I grew into acrylics, but I never had the patience for oils.

Now, my favourite medium starts warm and congeals quickly, drying crimson to mahogany. A fading autumnal stain; a monument to blades and broken promises. 

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My finger hovers over a red button, labelled not with 'destroy' but with 'delete'. The finale  is not marked with an explosion, but with a gentle and necessary honesty. I walk away from another meaningless obligation and take a sweet step closer to myself. 

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