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The Painter

The Painter

When all you can dream about is to paint using all the colors in the rainbow...

She is crying in the darkest corner of the park when a gentle hand lightly touches her sunflower colored tattooed shoulder.

"What's troubling you child?" Came a soft voice.

"I'm afraid." Deep anguish in her voice.

"What are you afraid of?" Comforting voice, soothing her.

"I will lose vibrant colors in my paintings. I will never be like Van Gogh anymore." Crying pitifully, declaring her fears.

"Child, colors can't only be seen in rainbows. Even in this darkest corner lies a beautiful black and that's all the colors of the rainbow combined as one," he said.

"I am going blind."

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