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[my_numbertwo]

[There seems to be something going on in the hay field. The stalks keep rustling as if someone were rolling in it

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[thedandymancan]

*catches one of the flying papers*

[my_numbertwo]

[it's a drawing of fields~]

[thedandymancan]

What's wrong with this one?

[my_numbertwo]

[glancing at it]

It isn't right.

[thedandymancan]

*Just nods and takes a seat, can totally understand this*

What were you going for?

[my_numbertwo]

[makes space for]

I don't know. . . Something-Anything.

[thedandymancan]

Well, you have the time. Keep going until it's right.

[my_numbertwo]

[back to drawing]

I know have plenty of time. That's the problem.

[thedandymancan]

Oh?

[my_numbertwo]

I've been at this for a few months, but nothing's coming.

[thedandymancan]

Drawing hay?

[my_numbertwo]

Trying to draw.

[thedandymancan]

Here's the thing, no matter how well you draw, you're always going to see room for improvement. That's how it is with most things, even sewing. Or rather, that's how it is for most perfectionists.

[my_numbertwo]

I'm not a-Well, I'm not that much of a perfectionist. I'd just like to get something down on paper.

[thedandymancan]

And what's that?

[my_numbertwo]

Something.

. . . I'll know it when I see it.