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Doodles / Scribbles
The best ones are those scattered across, forgetting the margins of ruled paper. She dwelled on the thought, somebody else's thoughts, and her hand started to twitch.It had been eons since she had, that she'd almost forgotten what her own penmanship looked like. And here were heaps of old springed notebooks from when she used to write literally. Scribbled, more like. Now the curves of her s's and the non-slant of her i's became unfamiliar scrawls even to the scribbler. Sketchy, left sketchy.
She grimaced despite herself. The string of consonants and vowels still look better on paper. Aye. Tomorrow she shall unearth neglected notebooks from long long ago.