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Jan 2018
She sits and paints and her conscience speaks.
“This means you’re healing,” it says.
She smiles and cleans her brush.
“Who’d have thought it would be so colourful,” she says.
There are tears in her eyes.
Written by
Liesl
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     bs and Lior Gavra
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