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When the Muse Beckons

When the Muse Beckons

This morning Bella pulled her coloring book off the shelf and pulled out a page that had previously been torn out. “I need to paint,” she declared, holding it up. And she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I need to paint.”

So I pulled her table into the kitchen, found the brushes and paint and mixed her a bowl of red and a bowl of yellow paint. She spent the morning happily decorating a picture of Jonah and the whale.

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