Sanctuary

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My workshop is home

To a small but growing collection

Of eyes, and legs, and leavings

It is among these strewn remnants

That I find the aim of my next pursuit

It is amidst this tangle of carnage

That motivation sparks momentum

Here in my home

My sanctuary

My tiny pocket of the world

I can make my plans…undisturbed.

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