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POEM: Stillpoint

As I drew closer I saw the canvas was blank and in bewilderment I asked, “what are you doing?” and the man laughed as he replied, “I'm painting can't you see” “But you have no paint” I retorted, “the canvas is empty” The artist replied with a smile, “Oh, that's because you look only for the art that is visible”

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