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journal entry 006 – ukiyo :house_with_garden:

brushstrokes & midnight movies :art: 🍿 ink on my fingertips, wine in my glass, and a heart full of color and cravings.

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10:14 a.m. – studio mornings & the smell of paint :art:

walked into the little art studio tucked behind lavender row, where the windows let in more light than you’d think possible. there was that familiar scent—paint, wood shavings, and something sweet in the air. it already felt like a good day. i signed up for a morning drawing class—today’s focus: still life with soft pastels.

the instructor talked about shadows and textures, but i mostly just let my pencil follow whatever felt right. a bowl of plums, a half-read book, the curve of a curtain. it wasn’t perfect, but it felt like me. i think that’s what art’s supposed to be.

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1:32 p.m. – drawing, sipping & soft chatter :wine_glass:

after class, a few of us lingered in the studio’s little courtyard. someone opened a bottle of wine—light, fruity—and we all shared quiet laughs over smudged hands and half-finished sketches. i sipped slowly, letting the afternoon sun warm my face. there’s something about drinking wine in daylight that feels like a secret luxury.

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8:46 p.m. – movie night & my favorite snack pile :clapper:

home again. lights low. windows open. i changed into my coziest hoodie and queued up a film—something old and slow, the kind that leaves your heart a little full. while the intro rolled, i pulled out my snack lineup like it was an art form: 🥒 a small plate of pickled radish, garlic, and cucumbers,🧂 sea salt chips (a must), 🍿 my homemade funfetti marshmallow popcorn—sweet, gooey, sprinkled with tiny stars of color, it was the perfect combination of salty, sweet, crunchy, and oddly poetic. i love that part of the night when everything softens. even the inside of your mind.

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11:11 p.m. – thoughts under dim lights🌙

as the credits rolled and the snacks dwindled, i felt that familiar stillness settle in. the kind that only comes when your day was full in a quiet, lovely way. i didn’t finish my sketch from this morning. maybe i will tomorrow. maybe i won’t. either way… it’s okay. for now, i’ll just sit here a little longer. soft music playing. glass half full. moonlight spilling in. and me—somewhere in the middle of being full and wanting more.

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with pastel-stained fingers & a popcorn crumb in my lap, still drawing. still dreaming. always snacking.

alora :love_letter: see you soon!!~ :kiss: