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canvas empty, ready to be filled brush in hand, ready to fill deft strokes flew across the clean canvas; to fill the empty with the painter’s heart yet in doing so, the ugly strokes that taint the white only create an emptier canvas
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
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canvas empty, ready to be filled brush in hand, ready to fill deft strokes flew across the clean canvas; to fill the empty with the painter’s heart yet in doing so, the ugly strokes that taint the white only create an emptier canvas
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
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