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I cherish the serenity obtained from concentration, during the process of creation.
I’m alone, the knife and lathe are on my field of view.
Once one approaches an essence, it feels like it cuts ones breath, sensing the heart stopping. It’s a noble emotion.
When one approaches the shape’s essence, reflexes its sounds and the conscious harmony appears.
I don’t hear its sounds, I feel its sounds.
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