Chapter 8

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This night, God gave me a gift, and I will not let it go to waste. God granted me the knowledge to continue on.

The stars twinkle above us and the night was cold. December was always my favorite time of year, because of Christmas and the cold, and the hot tea that my father would make me everything morning.

This year would be a lot different.

It's December 21st, the first day of winter. Our country is in the position in which the planet is tipped on its side. Inspiration floods through me.

My art gods beacon me. Paint, Violet. Paint. 

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