Daily Zen: 2017092801

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She stood on at the edge, watching the waves come and go. The the ebb and surge took everything. The flowers were washed away as easily as the webs she wove at court. Perhaps the tide pools would hold treasures she could use to free herself.

Zentangle drawn on Strathmore Vellum Bristol using a black, Micron pen. Shading done with graphite pencil.

Tangles: Dyon Ennies Magma Purrlyz