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Aug 2014
The ink in my pen runs freely,
Staining the wood with new varnish,
Changing what was once beautiful
Into a blossoming masterpiece.

Seeing the world with more than words,
More vibrant than hues and pigments,
Feeling the depth of human hearts,
And testing the pull of currents.
You may recognize this as my old bio. I made a new one, and I decided I wanted to keep this on HP.


Penumbra: The lighter part of a shadow that is formed by diffused light in an area around the edges of an object; the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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