Behind each mask, a hidden hand; in every gaze, a gambit.
To some people love is given, to others only heaven.
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With each choice, I remind myself that this game is woven with threads of the yet unforeseen. Yet, in this intricate dance I let some luck slip into intentional action with every mark I choose. In the gallery of meaning, every stroke reveals a hidden secret: the passage of time, the weight of a hand, the power of feeling. [Our choices make us who we are.]
tomtad
