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The First Sketch
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2026-04-08 19:20:00Ethan
The sketchbook sat on my desk for three days before I touched it. Every night, I came home from work, set down my bag, and stared at the blank cover. It was nothing special—a spiral-bound pad with cream‑colored pages, bought on impulse at a drugstore. But it felt heavier than it should have. Like it was waiting for something. Like it was daring me to begin. I wasn’t an artist. I’d never taken a drawing class, never studied anatomy or perspect
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