Primitives dashed off like this with no known craftsmanship no known lineage of master-son no known technique passed on is it any wonder doubts arise as to what it is, wishes to be but fit and free to flit here and there on the odd piece of paper to hope for more empty space than that lettered and tattooed as it were with marks vaunting their despair at ever stating the Case 2013 March 2
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