Since I don't like (s)chit-chatting with strangers so much on journeys, I seized the given leisure/travel time on the train today with my good ol' buddy Peter Pen and his compagnion Sir Sketchbook. Which also gave me the fine streak of realizing that you indeed DO have to train your skills aside from the required lumpy e'ryday-work you settle with. And due to the fact that well thought is (not quite the opposite, but) not much more than only the lesser half of well done, I picked up my old habit of straining letters on paper, drowning them in ink. Ah, isn't nice to lick a drop of the elixir of ability - use your very own!
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