Your sky is grey and I will paint it the most delicate yet brilliant shade of blue and show you how to create your own clouds.

Your nights refuse to end so I watercolor you the most breathtaking sunrise that even the sun pauses to admire her own beauty.

Your day drags on and on before I sketch you the 3 A.M. sky, speckled with stars and your own constellations.

Your flowers refuse to bloom so I sculpt you a field of oversized pastel chrysanthemums.

I will paint for you, draw for you, sculpt for you until you learn to hold the brush on your own. Until then, we will teach each other.

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