This drawing is two years old. It's been two years since I first picked up a stick of charcoal. Accidentally rubbed it on my nose. Gotten it under my nails.
Things may have been different if I hadn't... but regret was never an issue.
I met many wonderful, influential people along the way. Read graffiti on a Pompeian fresco. Stood on a mountain on the other side of the world. Rode an elephant. Learned when to press on. When to stop. Smiled.
I am very grateful.
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