July 16, 2004

• After a decade of idleness, he picked up his brush out of the dry and flattened earth. Its thin black bristles glistened as water trickled over it, rejuvenating what was once forgotten. His lacky removed a brown glass bottle from a wooden box and took off the cap. The brush, drenched in ink...........

  
  

  Blah, painting is fun...

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