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Masterful strokes across canvas
spread paint like children painting
walls with mud. Huts appear near
a lake, with soft trees illustrated by a
voice as soft as wet sand curling
between stressed toes. Jamming on
tranquility, we rinse the brush and
whack it a few times before moving
quiet clouds into position, but can
the painter finish the work or will they fail
to produce on a lazy
afternoon.
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