Lines start stories that unfold as you step into experiences.
Lines as continuous thoughts. They stop and fuel up or stop and take a different direction. They can bend and curve to make a u-turn. They can become unruly turn into a scribble. They meet other line and socialise, get tangled up or never meet.
Our lines of thought create who we are on the inside and out.
How would you describe your lines?
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