You walk into your next class, setting down your stuff on the floor next to your table. The morning sun was peeping through the blinds of the large classroom windows. As you sit down you notice West in the corner of the class, painting a realistic portrait. He was concentrating as his hand steadily painted wisps of single stands of hair. “Easy does it…..” He pulls back the brush. “There~….” He says in a low soft voice as he spoke to himself. You tilt your head, watching content.
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