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I’d dreaded or a transfer I’d regretted.
On the easel was a watercolor I was completely failing to control. The sky bled into the buildings, the trees ran together. It was a mess. I loved it.
I’d started painting after walking past a community center sign: Watercolor for Beginners, No Experience Needed. The old Evelyn would have thought, I don’t have continue reading …
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