It’s hard to be fearless. 

It would be easy to just make what people already want. That’s what heroes do. I’m no hero. I am the quil and the brush. The ocean of noise on a cold press page. Tiny little mountains that sook up painty water.

No more stopping. My path is only forward now. 

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