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Late last night I pushed myself to let something emerge. The push was against simple exhaustion, it was late, I was tired and yet I wanted to get something out. I often do that, “one more!” The result looks quite harmonious to me. That is surprising, it felt like a battle and I called it Overwrought. It has no name now.

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