In the corner of my lounge room there is a wooden easel with a wooden chair. It sits in the airiest, sunniest part of the room, beckoning me each time i walk by. Clipped to it are deliciously stained and textured papers, waiting,just waiting. My friend loves to hear my imaginings and listens to the whisperings of my thoughts as they dance out my pencils and brushes onto the paper. But i am terrible friend, i have not visited in a long time and rather than ink and paint gathering on your pages dust is what adorns you now. I'm sorry my faithful friend there is no excuse but life and its ever consuming demands. I will visit soon, i promise and we will laugh at the world and whisper our thoughts. i will visit soon my lonely friend.
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