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  • Writer: Nic
    Nic
  • Apr 4, 2022
  • 1 min read

When has beauty ever come

when called? My hands beg

and beckon, but conjuration

requires complexity, effort,

the right shapes constructed

with fingers, ink & insight.


Maybe it's different with leather.

Maybe function, not loveliness, is

a better measure of such craft,

but I've witnessed your talent,

seen how beauty & faculty blend

seamlessly in each masterpiece.


So what then might be effortless

but your movement or, sometimes,

our silence.

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