The painter’s daughter

The Faylin Valley began with stroke of violet, the perfect sky. It might not be the truth, for the truth was that the sky was dull and blue, but that didn’t concern Tully so much. If kings and queens could be rid of every imperfection, the sky would receive such treatment too. Everything was beautiful once Tully had put down his brush, and the valley would be no exception.

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The Sidney Theorem

Something I have learned in the past few weeks is that you don’t have to search far and wide for that mysterious answer to all your troubles. Sometimes, the solution is sitting right there, in a puddle of his own fat. Sidney, my dog, and my guru, has many lessons to teach. If only he would deem us worthy enough to learn them.

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