It took me several hours, and with aching arms and shoulders I lay down to admire my work and that of an unknown artist, unknown to me. The background was lights blue with wisps of white clouds as thin as a breath, one child, birds, and a woman with a wonderfully warm smile, trees, and the arm, of what I assumed was a man, since the arm was wiry and seemingly strong.
I lost myself in its beauty, the serenity it gave and the many things to see, more with every minute. The phone rang, snapped me out of my reverie, it was Gregg.
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