Posted by on Dec 14, 2015 in digital coloring, words

“The day will come when all the sadness will turn into a fine dust and as an aerial ballet of a dust cloud will be dispelled by a gentle breeze. Until that day comes, all the beauty that can come out through my hands will never be enough to narrate my own heart.”

João Angélico

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