Mimosa sat alone in the art room. An easel sat with a blank canvas on it, waiting for her to paint. She sat down, and picjked up the brush.
A lot had been going on in her life, recently. Now, she just wanted to paint andf relax herself.
She was painting two hands, holding one another. She didn't really know why. She loved hands...they facinated her. But she figured it was pretty wierd.
She continued to paint, silently. Stroke after stroke...
A lot had been going on in her life, recently. Now, she just wanted to paint andf relax herself.
She was painting two hands, holding one another. She didn't really know why. She loved hands...they facinated her. But she figured it was pretty wierd.
She continued to paint, silently. Stroke after stroke...