A branch to hold onto. Drawing Luke Hockley.
Unanchored.
Adrift.
Feet searching for something solid.
Thrown around by the wind.
Changing.
Searching.
For a branch to hold onto.
New.
A different shape.
Waiting to grow into the changing edges.
Love
Luke
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Day 967