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His life was his greatest work of art; many looked at it up close and saw all the beautiful colors and strategic strokes of the brush. If only they would have taken a step back and looked at the chaos that was before them, when the whole canvas was viewed instead of just sections. [ READ MORE ]
As he walked past the weeping willows the memories nearly destroyed him. Memories that flooded his mind and made him choke, memories of the fiction he let him himself believe. The wind blew violently as the dust of the untraveled road traveled up into his nostrils and made him cough. He caught a leaf blowing [ READ MORE ]
