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Everyday we work together. Sometimes she pushes too hard and I break. Then we start right back up again.

But it's beautiful what we do. Our work creates art. Then I go back in a jar, or on the desk. Sometimes she lets me wait on the work we've just done, left to read it over again and again until she comes back.

One time I went with her. Not in her bag. This time tucked behind her ear. I got to see the people and the places we always write about. They were beautiful.

Story by:

Michelle Provolt

26 March 2014