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Brief excerpt from my life. |
| And she lie on the floor. The way that dark crimson ebbed across that heavenly white canvas. You'd have thought God had painted a picture. I think upon Him a lot. Wonder after his choices. Wonder after my own. I find we have so little in common. So much. For we both paint pictures, and pretend they are not real. And she lie on the floor. |