Cook Ding butchered oxen with incredible skill. Placing a foot here, a knee there, turning about, he did a rain dance and conducted an invisible orchestra with his cleaver, never skipping a beat. The king visited and asked how he had attained such a strange, yet graceful technique
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I have no relationship with knives. They
aren't an extension of myself. Actually,
they are the opposite. I nick and cut
myself more times than I care to admit.
Rather than mirror or extend my soul,
knives slice away at it, piece by bit.
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It's me, Seraphine. http://EncoreSeraphine.com
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