tales from the murky splurge: Necessity calls.

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Thursday, February 23, 2017

Necessity calls.

Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and plight, what is necessary to create, a crying child with hallowed frown upon a mothers holy gown, she lacks a canvas to present, a wall of worthy whitewashed space, meant for gazers wondering where it went. Not created... Sign in to see full entry.

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