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  • I was biking around it began to rain on me. I was on my way to a spot I thought I'd like to paint. The back of this complex faces the boulevard where three big trees have cracked a pair of shuffle board courts.
    I parked my bike under one of the big trees and sat down. The concrete was dyed purple and blue. I got out some watercolors and began to paint and the rain fell down. When a rain drop would hit, the marks would erase, and my efforts would run across the page. I would make a line in the right spot, and it would disappear. It took me thirty minutes to balance out a 2in x 2in card with color and paper, and I quickly hid it in between my sketchbook until it dried.
    I biked away soaking wet, at which point I realized my front tire was flat, but it was nice to sit there.
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