Hydrangea
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I was drawing sitting on the grass, an ant began to walk on my painting.
Moist air, a little breeze, smell of the leaves and silence. Only the ant and I were there.
A moment later, I didn't find the ant. I might have been napping.
Hydrangea
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I was drawing sitting on the grass, an ant began to walk on my painting.
Moist air, a little breeze, smell of the leaves and silence. Only the ant and I were there.
A moment later, I didn't find the ant. I might have been napping.