With all the canvas and with all the brushes, without the paint, there is no picture to share. With all the pens and all the paper, without the ink, there is no story to tell.
A window can open to the world, an invitation to experience it all. Shorten the distance and let the senses sore. A journey to be taken day after day, living the absorbing moments.
The colours will spread to become rivers flowing, the words will be seen on roads to a tale.
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