The Artist
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Last published Thu, Dec 1, 2016
As I pick up the bush dip it into the paint and put the brush onto the blank white sheet then I start to move my hand around and the bush starts following "Lisa" yells mum so I drop the brush in the mercy water and run off to see what mum wants and left just siting there is the piece that will change my life for ever.
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