So it has been a long day that has journeyed to the eternal night. I have had canvases streched and started, always hanging over me like unfinished dreams that I have never returned to. But below the shelter of the studio with wetrocks and melting snow I return to the stage as an artist and face the foregrounds of forgotten images to replenish them with brushstrokes of finality. The skies have been lined with stars and I can soon whisper to them sweetly as I present them with my signature. "good night, may you have a long life and forever please the eye that lies upon you" My only wish for all my work.
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