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Gettin' it done: I've come to a sudden realization that this unyielding need to create is beginning to branch a bit outside my comfort zone. And while my nicely manicured nails of yesteryear are almost laughable at this point, the brilliance of Paraffin dips and CeraVe cream are aiding my tired hands. In all honesty, the end result and wholehearted effort of my newfound experiments makes paint stains, repetitive strain injury and wood splinters feel pretty insignificant. Oh, the tiny details
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