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One misstep, an ill placed footfall, the single clumsy blunder, can ruin even the most graceful trips. The mortal enemy of canvas is the day the sun doesn’t shine. The day the sky sheds its grey onto earth. Whether rain or snow, it doesn’t matter much. One misstep, and cold hearted canvas absorbs the error you’d like to erase. Mistakes fade, but will always be remembered by your cold, wet socks, and the cold-hearted canvas.
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
Cold-Hearted Canvas
One misstep, an ill placed footfall, the single clumsy blunder, can ruin even the most graceful trips. The mortal enemy of canvas is the day the sun doesn’t shine. The day the sky sheds its grey onto earth. Whether rain or snow, it doesn’t matter much. One misstep, and cold hearted canvas absorbs the error you’d like to erase. Mistakes fade, but will always be remembered by your cold, wet socks, and the cold-hearted canvas.
Copyright Dec. 29th 2009 Lauren E. Dow
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
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