I only knew you from the stroke of your brush
excerpts:
"I
know where I stand then, I in front, you in the back. One day, it will be you
in front and I'll be in the back of the room, applauding with the rest of the
heads with listening ears. Cheering you on. May that day come. May you shine
ever brighter, so that in our distance I would still be able to see the strokes
of your brush."
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