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Dream of Brush

Waking up inside a riot of colours one morning, the brush could never recover itself again. Just as it was falling down, the artist held it and prevented its being drifted away from the table.

Then, at the first moment its hair touched a colour, the brush shivered due to chilliness and recovered itself. Going from red to blue and from green to yellow, the brush started to turn around in harmony. It was now dancing indeed.

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