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“This hand, it is mine,
yet when I pick up a pencil
it has a mind of its own.

It has a story to draw,
beating the breath of life
through its lines and shapes,
across the wide, open paper.

If I just attune myself
to the unravelling melody,
I know I will be able to take that journey
and heal the torn, aching world.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry