The weekend flew by so fast that I can barely remember any details about how I spent my time. Except for that every free, waking moment I had, I was painting. I didn't do much eating or sleeping or even breathing. I was too busy slaving away over a hot stove a canvas that just... wasn't going in the direction I was desperately wanting. It was
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