Watercolor painting, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they promised. So there I was, armed with a pristine sheet of paper…
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Watercolor painting, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they promised. So there I was, armed with a pristine sheet of paper…
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Read MoreI remember the first time I hit “publish” on my blog. It felt like hurling a fragile paper airplane into…
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