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Practice.

Artist! Writer!
Practice your skills.
Read something, pen something, sketch something still.

Swiftly unraveled, 
Long work to re-bind,
The tenuous strands 'tween thumb, fingers and mind.

Let not the dreams slip,
Through unclenching hands.
Guide them, direct them. Make patterns of sand.

Pay no mind to mistakes,
They belong, let them be.
They're trees in the forest you're trying to see.

Make ready your keyboard,
Sketch paper and ink,
You're readier now than you may ever think.

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