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If I could draw, I would let the ink pool in the center of this page. Then, with alarmingly accurate and steady motions, draw the ink from the center to the far corners of the canvas. I would use red and black and drink rain water. The page would shimmer and shine and glisten as if it knew it was on your mind. Each drop of color on the canvas would interact as a part of the cycle of life and rebirth. I would have paint under my fingernails and I would smell like charcoal.
