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Living changes the pictures of our life |
| My picture is transformed as a single salty tear etches its way down the bright watercolor that represents my life. A still life, of reed, rock, and sun becomes a Pollock-like abstraction vertical lines of blended color splattered against what I once believed I am forever altered fundamentally changed never again to be my former self Oh the intense pain that is the process by which we obtain the simplest bit of wisdom |