The Room

As I open the door a familiar smell envelops my senses. I stop for a moment to savour the memories that come to the surface.

Paint, paper, ink. I can’t place it specifically.

There’s a woman in a side room on her phone. I don’t know her. But then, I don’t know many people here yet.

The beginning of a new chapter, a blank sheet of paper and the pencil in my hand.

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