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Lulu Is Always Covered In Paints

painting brings Lulu such joy, she has more fun than others. her fingers and wrists are full of paints of many colors reds, oranges, greens, blues, yellows, tans the color of sands, where is my silver? She wonders, studying her hands. and gold, she says, where is my gold paint? She finds it finally. Bringing her so much enjoyment, how much happier can she be? she is always covered with paints, her grandma says, isn’t that great? Her grandmother is an artist who still paints canvases at age ninety-eight.

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Date: 7/21/2023 4:18:00 AM
stunningly beautiful. love it. Both leave Pollock for quids. Oh, who gives a rat's you-know-what about quids. Beautiful vision you deliver. Thank you, love it.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/21/2023 12:13:00 PM
art is my favorite sport; I am currently working on 23 paintings - poetry is a close second.
Date: 7/20/2023 1:01:00 AM
Ahhh!! I would think those two have a great time together. Way to go. Sara
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/21/2023 12:13:00 PM
I have two granddaughters who are artists that blow my art away

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