From where I'm sitting, all I can see out of my window is the sky. I love the early evening hues. When I was younger I always painted the sky blue, but looking out at it, there is a touch of soft yellow, some pink, violet, and endless royal blue. The clouds, just wisps, perhaps an afterthought. The beauty of something so simple leaves me in awe of life.
Blank Canvas
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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