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You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

Breaking out of my comfort zone and going monochromatic and bold!

Angie The Rose

Angie The Rose

Abstract Artist | Paintings & Art Sundries | Greensboro, N.C.

Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”

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Happy Sunday! Hope it’s cozy with some good reads.