He painted until his cursive brushes were only whispers of rawness on the thin ivory. Only the walls and the ravens that watchedknew the boy with the paint-stained palms weaved his art onto his sketchpad on the park bench at lunchtimes, and only the treeswhispered it like a prayer.
-Grace Curley
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