Post by Jeremiah Stevenson on Sept 15, 2008 22:14:54 GMT -5
Jeremiah sat down at the easel, his paints at the ready and his brush clean and ready to go. He sighed at the blank canvas, irritated that he had no inspiration, but determined to work on his assignment.
He carefully mixed the blue with the green, trying to find the perfect shade of the water the last time he'd seen the ocean, remembering the day perfectly.
He carefully mixed the blue with the green, trying to find the perfect shade of the water the last time he'd seen the ocean, remembering the day perfectly.