Ink

“What are you doing?”

“Writing. I have noticed your robe.”

“Why, oh, I always sit in this – look at me.”

“How can I not.”

“Even when you are working?”

“Even then, dear.”

“Will you write about me with your beautiful, beautiful hands?”

“Why?”

“Because you cannot paint-“

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