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Sunset- Painting with wordsHe sat down and began painting, his hand moving from sole instinct alone, no outside thought clouded his mind today, today he set his mind to rest and brought his art supplies up, and he was going to paint with everything he had.
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He grabbed he color pallet and started with the ground, greens for the what that sat below the sky, in waves and in rolls like a sea of grass, his paintbrush and his shirt along with the canvas both turned green very quickly, he smiled as he washed off his brush and began painting the trees that framed the area, the edges filled with brown lines that portrayed the hard bark that protected the vitals of the trees from the harsh elements that could damage it, he left the tops bare, for he knew not what yet to color them in.
He went to the background, his mind leaving the foreground for now, mountain ranges split the sky from the ground, the forest at the edge, the treetops where bare but he did not think on them for now, only the purple mountain majesties that s