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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The storm outside, the storm inside. You think you know me, but you only see the surface. The layers. The ones I let you see. There's more to the canvas than the first stroke, more to the shadows than the lack of light. But I've learned to live in the quiet. To find my own solace. You, though… you found your way in. Why did you bother to see past the gloom?

Anna Moritz

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