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May 25, 2006

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings.
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For the times that you hold that pallette in your hand, gazing at the colours, a happy smile lingering, mind sanguine, floating,floating, just above. A weightless being, cruising the by lanes of bliss. You pick the brush and contemplate which colour to use. A splash of paint, but where to dab it? Then you behold the pallette again, and with your brush, paint on it.

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