Something is shifting.

 Something is shifting. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Something is shifting. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

All my edges are a bit fuzzy. I feel like I’m a bit blurry. I can’t quite see where I am standing or where I am going.

Something is shifting. Changing.

But I can’t put my finger on it. I can’t quite give this change a name. It’s happening in my periphery. Every time I turn to see it, it shifts.

I think it is time to let go for a moment.

And see what happens.

Love

Luke

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