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Pocket Sketchbook
0hmybl09 wrote:
I can just imagine you sitting on a train, headed for who knows where, quietly watching the landscape pass by in the windows. At the next stop, maybe, somebody who catches your eye walks on, a character who speaks volumes without saying a word. You surreptitiously pull out a small black sketchbook, and begin to scribble furiously, forgetting about the window, and the things outside of that train going anywhere. And when you finish drawing that last moment, you look up and realize that person that person has left the train, but hasn’t left that particular moment on the paper in your trembling hands.