The typewriter, lampshade, and chair beckon the artist to return. A line of books lean and fill the emptiness where others have been taken down for reference. Disheveled papers litter the adjoining desks. The clock ticks, an ever-present reminder of deadlines. There are always deadlines, some set by us, some by fate. And there is always work to do. Thank goodness, there is always work to do.
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