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The Expressionist
A STORY
My path begins when I grasped my first little darling dandelion. From that moment on, I knew the Earth and I would always be a part of one another.
"The Expressionist expresses its energies. What comes? What says? The self."
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-The Hearts Embark
Potpourri of blue hued ashes rise through flaming stars as she whisks the elements into her elixers brew.
While chemical concoctions consort with mystical colors as contraptions are geared to spin her cherished mythical tales she is always prepared for the energies in which make her aware.
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