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An hourglass, tightly bound, fused grain in streaks; each one taking on a different stain giving the illusion of a thousand horizons stacked to make up a body - empty but aching to be filled by waves. From knots wound into a headstock grows an addiction: a need to revive   the skin left behind between grooves - skin which serves to soften the break, but also feed character to the swell -   granting purpose to decay.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Therapy Through Fingertips
An hourglass, tightly bound, fused grain in streaks; each one taking on a different stain giving the illusion of a thousand horizons stacked to make up a body - empty but aching to be filled by waves. From knots wound into a headstock grows an addiction: a need to revive   the skin left behind between grooves - skin which serves to soften the break, but also feed character to the swell -   granting purpose to decay.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
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