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''To tell you the truth, I havn't been on the verge of breakthrough lately either.'' sighing she slumped back and looked at the empty canvas. Waiting for her inspiration. But the best she got was, the soft lull of classical music rolling in through one ear and out the other.
''Wow, I guess i'm not alone then, huh!?''
'' guess not.'' setting down her pencil, she stood up and re-tied the band that held up her hair, and slowly looked to see Mira's painting.
'' It's not much but what do you think?'' The two stepped back to admire the swirling colours, the detailed design was fantastic, even if you didn't understand it. The trick to artwork is that if you like it you don't have to understand it. Like looking up at the nights sky and seeing nothing but the stars, the moon and the darkness that surrounds it. The type of fealing that makes you wonder at the beauty and make you feel whole, no matter what.
'' This is breathtaking Mira!'' she stared in wonder, tracing the painting lightly with her fingertips, she could feel the sure strokes, the time and the passion to make this painting what it was. As she slowly tracked her fingers across the painting she felt as if she was floating on air, in oblivious bliss, the type that made you feel as if you could jump right into the painting and be happy.
''Everlasting.'' Came a voice from some far-away place.
''What?'' Her voice sounded breathy and full of the emotions carried from the picture, and transfered to her.
''That's the name of my painting Ata.'' she sighed and it seemed like the world had come and gone before she spoke again. '' Sit down and i'll make some coffee.'' And without another word the soft padding of Mira's barefeet on wood faded away as she walked to the kitchen.
Curling up on the soft couch, Ata patiently waited for Mira to come back with their coffee. Not long after, Mira's splotched over-alls came into veiw.
''So you liked it?'' Allarmed by her obvious question Ata nearly choked on her scalding coffee.
'' Understatement of the century, that painting is awesome!''
Mira studied me, then looked to her coffee, slowly twirling it around inside.
'' What you think i'm lying?!''
'' I never said that.''
'' Then what's wrong?''
'' Well now that the painting's done I feel, well, a bit empty, not that i'm not ecstatic about it,... which of course I am! but i don't know.'' Drinking down the last bit of coffee her coffee, Ata briskly walked to the door.
'' You leaving?'' She said shuffling to picjk up the cups.
'' Yeah gotta get up early tommarow.''
''Okay.''
Ata walked pat the thresh hold of Mira's apartment and watched the sky turn dark as they exchanged goodbyes.
'' That's an amazing painting Mira, you take good care of it.'' With that she walked down the aging stairs, and walked past other apartments where you could hear the channel 5 news or the loud beats of some teenagers thumping music. Reaching the sidewalk, she headed towards the south central park where she knew that was a shortcut and could take her home twice as fast.
Ata had always enjoyed the night, with it's soft breezes and with the stillness you could hear every night creatures ominous sound. Every one.

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''To tell you the truth, I havn't been on the verge of breakthrough lately either.'' sighing she slumped back and looked at the empty canvas. Waiting for her inspiration. But the best she got was, the soft lull of classical music rolling in through one ear and out the other.
''Wow, I guess i'm not alone then, huh!?''
'' guess not.'' setting down her pencil, she stood up and re-tied the band that held up her hair, and slowly looked to see Mira's painting.
'' It's not much but what do you think?'' The two stepped back to admire the swirling colours, the detailed design was fantastic, even if you didn't understand it. The trick to artwork is that if you like it you don't have to understand it. Like looking up at the nights sky and seeing nothing but the stars, the moon and the darkness that surrounds it. The type of fealing that makes you wonder at the beauty and make you feel whole, no matter what.
'' This is breathtaking Mira!'' she stared in wonder, tracing the painting lightly with her fingertips, she could feel the sure strokes, the time and the passion to make this painting what it was. As she slowly tracked her fingers across the painting she felt as if she was floating on air, in oblivious bliss, the type that made you feel as if you could jump right into the painting and be happy.
''Everlasting.'' Came a voice from some far-away place.
''What?'' Her voice sounded breathy and full of the emotions carried from the picture, and transfered to her.
''That's the name of my painting Ata.'' she sighed and it seemed like the world had come and gone before she spoke again. '' Sit down and i'll make some coffee.'' And without another word the soft padding of Mira's barefeet on wood faded away as she walked to the kitchen.
Curling up on the soft couch, Ata patiently waited for Mira to come back with their coffee. Not long after, Mira's splotched over-alls came into veiw.
''So you liked it?'' Allarmed by her obvious question Ata nearly choked on her scalding coffee.
'' Understatement of the century, that painting is awesome!''
Mira studied me, then looked to her coffee, slowly twirling it around inside.
'' What you think i'm lying?!''
'' I never said that.''
'' Then what's wrong?''
'' Well now that the painting's done I feel, well, a bit empty, not that i'm not ecstatic about it,... which of course I am! but i don't know.'' Drinking down the last bit of coffee her coffee, Ata briskly walked to the door.
'' You leaving?'' She said shuffling to picjk up the cups.
'' Yeah gotta get up early tommarow.''
''Okay.''
Ata walked pat the thresh hold of Mira's apartment and watched the sky turn dark as they exchanged goodbyes.
'' That's an amazing painting Mira, you take good care of it.'' With that she walked down the aging stairs, and walked past other apartments where you could hear the channel 5 news or the loud beats of some teenagers thumping music. Reaching the sidewalk, she headed towards the south central park where she knew that was a shortcut and could take her home twice as fast.
Ata had always enjoyed the night, with it's soft breezes and with the stillness you could hear every night creatures ominous sound. Every one.