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#1 by carldagostino on May 27, 2011 - 9:59 am
You can clean up buckets of rain, but buckets of spilled paint remain
#2 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am
Which might not matter if you love the color.
#3 by liv2write2day on May 27, 2011 - 11:41 am
Interesting sensory experiences you create here, Carl.
#4 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am
Thank you for reading and commenting.
#5 by Life: Between the lines on May 27, 2011 - 2:18 pm
🙂 I am loving this as well 🙂
#6 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am
Oh, thank you! You are very kind!
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