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With paint and a brush, she draws a line. In her mind of some point further back in time. But the colors just blur and drip off the page. With shades of red she paints her blank slate with rage.
#household I used to paint a mug Every birthday that I had. The first one was painted by mum And smashed up by my dad. When I was two I lost a tooth And painted the fairy on it.
Twice this week I've consciously spent an evening being creative. I say consciously because I think creativity comes in many forms and we are often creative without realising it.