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I see him every day. He comes here, sets up his canvas on a stand, opens his paint tubes, lays out his brushes and starts painting. Every brush stroke he makes is in silence, accompanied by the whispe
I see him every day. He comes here, sets up his canvas on a stand, opens his paint tubes, lays out his brushes and starts painting. Every brush stroke he makes is in silence, accompanied by the whispe
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