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Jan 2014
I painted in broad strokes,
I didn't like to see the details and  the darkness hiding in the corners of my brush.
I asked you to take me to a museum,
But you refused, because there they don't allow you to touch the masterpieces and your fingers needed to find mine.

I paint in brighter colors now.
Ris Howie
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Ris Howie
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