The Canvas I see before me an opaque and glossy window. Apathetic. It does not respond to my advances. It merely exists, stubborn and inflexible Provoking my brittle resolve. I know I can shatter it's impregnable plain with the correct application of patience and insight. The blunt nib of my determined pen grows frustrated for on the other side is the view that I want you to see with me. If only I could find the words.
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