Swimming for speech.


My linguistic liberties bloom at depths beneath the weight of expectation. Many never emerge past the sound of silence. Impatient or intolerant, listeners often deny and question their beauty. Sadly, my thoughts often disperse with the departing audience. My jaw tenses with continued temperance.

Created in OmniSketch and Sketchbook Pro on my iPad.
Sent from my iPad

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