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Qinyu Lin
Run
Away
In this creation, my essence unfolds. With clay, I've sculpted a universe of depth, capturing the very essence of human mechanics. Within this masterpiece, a young maiden delicately cradles her weary head upon her arm, her eyes veiled in exhaustion, yet laden with unspoken dreams. She appears to long for change, aching for metamorphosis, yet finds herself ensnared in the web of life's complexities, aching to break free. Her tresses, like silken whispers, dance in the wind. Each strand becomes a metaphor for her soul's flight, a silent plea for freedom.
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