I could start fires with what I feel for you.
LizaJizzon'em. Ak grown with the polar bears. Taken; and happy R.W
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It was the way his fingertips ever so slightly held the brush
As each stroke was made, you can see him becoming one with the painting. Absorbed in the masterpiece. Not the painting absorbing him, but he who was absorbing the painting. He was the masterpiece. The painting made him, gave him the undeniable pleasure of fulfilling his own masterpiece.
