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Posted by Elliott on Jul 6, 2023 9:27:54 GMT -6
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Nov 7, 2024 15:16:03 GMT -6
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Red everywhere. Black, like ash. It clung to everything. He had watched it happen, almost in slow motion, watched it happen in disbelief. And now, here they were. Utter ruin. It had happened. It had fallen. And a wise man would say you cannot put the paint back in the tube. It made Elliott sick to look at it.
“This is the absolute worst thing,” he muttered. “No coming back from this. We have to start over.”
With a sigh, he picked his canvas up off the floor. His hip had checked it, toppled the whole thing and spilled the paint. It looked like a blasted landscape. It looked… “You know what? I actually like it,” Elliott smiled a zipper smile.
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