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By: A Stranger

Page 1, That one question we always ask. "WHere do we come from?"

Dry and empty like canvas

with all needed for the portrait


clean, pristine

waiting, on pause

for the first brush stroke

hinting at the denouement

inner sight, bubbling a direction

refining the brut product

chancing initially

the outline in black and gray

shadow of substance

bold dream begun

as character scheme is chosen

refreshed rainbow

consuming space defining character

panorama deepens, layers of substance

now dreamscape, alive


every stroke, skilled

destined yet unique

mark of a master

concluding growth

blessed with patience, a work of art

dry and empty like canvas

we come screaming into the world

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