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He felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness -- the sense that that is where we really belong. not much to say, really. looking forward to painting tonight. i need to feel the brushes in my hands, watch the paint spreading across the canvas. need to create something bright & alive. painting is something that brings me joy. it expects me to be myself & nothing more. painting lets me be imperfect & falter� it lets me screw up & forgives me� it does not mind what mood i�m in� painting takes me just as i am. there is little else in my life that will let me do that. painting is one of the very few things in my life that loves me back. more tomorrow |
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