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Jan 2018
Awaken by a sound at the door.I got up from the bed and walked to the living room and then out the front door. I noticed my flower pots on the ground, broken and destroyed. I look around, as I stand on the patio and noticed a package, slightly opened, on the ground. It was not to me but I noticed something that would change my life. I noticed colored pencils and drawing pad. Something I could not afford to continue my passion of art. It was this moment when I started to draw again and share with the world.
Written by
Maksim
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