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Dudebot5000
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« on: October 27, 2008, 09:53:11 pm » |
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It had happened when he was traveling through town the other day. He was passing a peddler in the street, and would have kept going onward, would have ignored him, but something stopped him. Something caught his eye and stopped him, and so he turned to look at the stand. It was a simple stand, made of wood with several compartments and two wheels for storage and travel. The owner himself was a short man, with a small, scraggly white beard and thinning hair. He stood there with a wooden cane, bent as if he had found it in the woods on his travels.
Kenji found the item he had noticed among the various knick-knacks in the display. There, hanging from a nail on one of the compartments, was a scroll. But it was what was printed on the scroll that had caught his attention. It was the most amazing landscape painting he had seen, not just for what the painting was of, but for the sheer amount of detail that it held. He couldn’t afford it, sure, but it had clicked some things together in his mind. This one picture had changed his goal in life forever.
He would paint. And he would paint well.
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