My Sanctuary


Relaxed, with a half smile, I
straighten my papers, untop my
pen, adjust and breathe.
Every time is just like the first
time. A voice to my thoughts, actions
that hope to enduce a positive reaction.
No hesitation as to the speed of my
pen. Dedication I must give this time
and place.
PenFlow, my pen and pad.

My Sanctuary

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