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Unpainted Canvas

Unpainted Canvas The insurance man was young and so closely shaved it looked so naked, and I had to look away, His face was white like a blank canvas that had still to be painted on by time. When signing papers he had to use reading glasses which made him look older. He was incredibly kind I had an attack of lumbago and he helped me up from my chair standing up I`m pain-free, but I can`t stay up all day. Back to my old self I opened the door bid him well and we parted as friends.

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