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It was like I was playing... I was an eagle hovering over the canvas... swooping down every once in a while... and scratching the surface... and every time I'd scratch the surface would bleed differently... different colours would emerge... different textures...
It was a lot of fun... and I didn't want it to stop :)
See here or here
ReplyDeleteappears to be sections divided. Perhaps your childhood divided by each mark of the next step into adulthood. And then it had to end...
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