Having spent a large amount of time travelling on trains and in planes recently, I seem to have developed into somewhat of a doodler extraordinaire. Oblivious to the world at large, often plugged into music, with continual pencil sharpens and never ending rivers of black ink. But finally, my inspiration began to wane. A bright suggestion from my niece that I use the outline of a hand to start, means that doodling has me in its grip once more. Here are the most recent to date. - Top hand's mine, bottom one's hers.
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