Goddess of Paper

Well I'm not sure whether Pantone would agree that the bird is purely 108. That's beside the point.

What is the point? Much like a egg yolk. Unboundless joy. The mouth tasting a perfect soft-boiled egg.

Pure magic & joy as paper accepts one word, then the next. Perhaps, a haiku will take flight.

And who cares there's not much sun today. Rain is glorious. Doesn't paper love the rain of ink?

Thanks, Anika O. for my gift.