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Who paints the sky
Six year old girl facing the sunset.
Do you think God let's Bob Ross paint the sky?
My heart swells.
I know that this moment in time is one I must grasp tightly.
Remember the colors. Remember her face.
I sure hope He does baby.
She smiles, hugs herself. Me too.
Do you think God let's Bob Ross paint the sky?
My heart swells.
I know that this moment in time is one I must grasp tightly.
Remember the colors. Remember her face.
I sure hope He does baby.
She smiles, hugs herself. Me too.
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