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He look at the canvas and saw bold swirls of reds and greens and yellows and bright blues all intermingled. They formed no image, and he got no feeling. He closed his eyes and paused.
When he open them, he let the painting come to him, to enter through his heart, not his head.
With Clara's painting, like all great works of creation, there was more than met the eye. And then he saw it, or rather, felt it. Without realizing it, he began to smile.
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― A World of Curiosities
― A World of Curiosities
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It's old-school to write by hand, but Jess likes the way the words blossom under her fingertips [. . .] These scribblings and imaginings are for no one else.
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― Not Your Sidekick
― Not Your Sidekick
