| So, I will draw you... On a sheet of thin white paper. |
with a light stroke of a sharply honed pen, with the tip of a bow, with the music of the spheres, and with a delicate apple blossom hue. I will draw you by a tall, wide-open window, holding a book, with eyes the color of a flying bird, both sad and cheerful at the same time. Behind you, the snow-capped mountains will be visible, shining in the sunlight, and pagodas nestled on a gentler slope. And a fluffy gray cat will be comfortably sprawled on the windowsill. |
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with a light stroke of a sharply honed pen, with the tip of a bow, with the music of the spheres, and with a delicate apple blossom hue. I will draw you by a tall, wide-open window, holding a book, with eyes the color of a flying bird, both sad and cheerful at the same time. Behind you, the snow-capped mountains will be visible, shining in the sunlight, and pagodas nestled on a gentler slope. And a fluffy gray cat will be comfortably sprawled on the windowsill.
