Simplification of myselfA Poem by Anna
I am happiest while lost in
the process of creating something. Following the lines of detail until personal perfection. is accomplished. Time does not exist between the beginning and end. Drifting on lines of paint,or tasks at hand. Contented when left,to what it is I am lost in until I come back again. © 2008 AnnaReviews
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