The Painting
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I see you there with a smile on your face watching Me paint on a white canvas. Your eyes are locked on the brush as it moves and swirls with the movement of My hand, completely captivated and awed. I continue talking to you as I have all this time, but you no longer seem to be listening. Your fingers tap your leg and you tip your head. Your breath quickens as new thoughts enter your mind. The contentment to watch begins to fall away and you slowly stand.
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