Stroke of Colors
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Eric Rivett's hands are gifted with the ability to create beautiful sketches of people, landscapes and almost every thing that takes part of his interest. It would have been perfect if he adds up colors to his black and white art.
This is the story of how a blind girl's eyes could bring color to the works of a colorless artist.
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