Sometimes, I doodle. I used to doodle much more. When I wasn’t paying attention in class. When I was full of teenage energy at night with no phone to scroll on endlessly. When I was waiting, I’d doodle.
Since moving to Paris, I’ve began doodling again. I was embarrassed to find my hand out of practice, and my imagination a bit dry. I don’t know how much…
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