The gift that is truely yours,
the process inward out pouring forth,
seeking only life to give at all costs.
The chores undone, the life not lived.
The ingredients you choose, the shape you decide, the strokes are thought of,
the strength to exucute, the tempo is formed, the melody is steamming in the vapor s of your hot chocolate.
The space is yours and the thing is solefully yours.
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