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Blip.Wireframe
I sit and stare. At a blank slate.
Words unable to express what’s inside me. I pick a shape- a square. I begin my creation.
Widen, compress, widen, compress. What shape do I want? What will this shape become? What will I become?
Slowly more shapes come together. Some side by side, some next to each other, some with text. Some need to be rearranged, some need to be reformed. Some deleted.
Words begin to form, shapes begin to dance, and ideas begin to plunge.
And thus, the wireframe of a new idea is formed. And there is once again balance in the universe.
-Love, LadyLeet
