The theroputic (wrong spelling) level that you have blessed me with. I thank you for this task. Its not finished. Its healing me. I am incorporating all of my sketch. Or mistakes that most artist would erase. The love; the feeling. The release of all the pain. A chipper that chips away the weight of worry on my shoulders. Thank you for being my brother.
Respect and Blessings
Yours Truly
Mo'Bombs
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