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  • I had a strange dream last night

    I had set up a brand new easel in my mentor Mary's studio.

    She popped her head round the door and asked me, sounding surprised:

    What are your doing in my house?

    Oh I decided this is the best place to paint. You've got such good light. In fact I think I will paint the view from your window, I answered pompously.
  • Waking up I thought, oh my God, I was being so rude using her studio without asking her.

    Then I remembered that she died ten years ago.

    But it seemed as though I had really just talked to her.

    Its a shame I was being such an idiot.
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