Lenore dared to bend normalcy, pursuing a love the world condemned.
She imagined perfection and drew truth from her memory like a strand of silk from the Bombycidae. Ancient powers surged from an eternal source. Devine words merged with graceful movements, creating a work that demanded to be made. Delicate fingertips balanced the intersection of fleeting inspiration with brute determination.
Her hands revealed universal feelings which manifested in her beautiful sculpture.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer