Old Paints, Old Topic

​Love is the only truth. ​

My mother bought me this palatte. I was maybe ten years old, too young for such an expensive gift, but maybe she wanted to encourage my talent and passion at a young age.

These paints have traveled many oceans. I still open them when I wish to express parts of my soul not found through Words. I still pack them before embarking on long journeys.

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