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| January 6th/My Mother's Paints |
I do not paint. Sometimes I wish I could draw, paint, do back flips and all that jazz....But I can't, what I can do is play the piano for you, sing you a song, take a picture of you, or blog about you if you would like. I paint through words I see beauty through photos. Though I am not the best or creative at all these talents, they are simple things that make me, me.
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