Blobs of paint were let fall on the board,
just the way they wanted to fall,
and slowly the canvas found the shapes and the forms.
the woman stared dreamily at what got created out of the nothing; dreams and colors trickled and ran over the whiteboard.
She was no more the artist than a brush by itself the creator of the vision.
just the way they wanted to fall,
and slowly the canvas found the shapes and the forms.
the woman stared dreamily at what got created out of the nothing; dreams and colors trickled and ran over the whiteboard.
She was no more the artist than a brush by itself the creator of the vision.
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