In Utero

Day 0–106

Hold the beauty of your deepest desire in your mind’s eye,
and have faith in its unfolding.
The way a stroke of watercolour submits to the texture of the paper.
Rounding the tiny bumps.
Dripping like uneven tears, 
soaking shades of colour onto the page.

Painting by Chantey Dayal
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