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In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
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my grandmother was an artist
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all wonderful things can only be found beyond one's expectations
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beauty is not so much seen within the eye of the beholder as it is in the vulnerability of the heart
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how can one deny the beauty in which you hold...
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Life is like a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can - unknown
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I left my heart on the side of the road and ran away
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expression
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The softness of Sunday and all of the art that takes me away