I am here parked in double row and I could take this chance to throw something down on the sketchbook and then take ideas for a post, but I don't have the slightest desire, but I write the same letting the ink goes to stain the sketchbook, while in a solo by John Coltrane or Lester Young [one of the fathers of tenor sax] in the next piece being randomly played into the ipod .. While I look at those tall palm trees on the horizon in front of me ..
Almost almost I want to paint them ... I got in mind .. Yes,
She could paint those tall palm trees beyond the horizon .. Yes, She could certainly draw them .. & Here and there give them some shadows and lights & give palm trees her colors ...
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