My hands gravitated towards a piece of cardstock hidden amidst the scattered mess that lay before me. My eyes hovered over the array of sparkly-colored pens clattering on the marble floor, its shiny pigments calling out to the whimsical parts of my 12-year-old self. This plain card felt ready for transformation. I proceed to litter the card with my classic indispensables: glitter and a profusion of stickers. With a black pen, its colour starkly …
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