my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Picking up a paintbrush in his left hand, Amun regarded it. Then he slid it into his prosthetic, watching it carefully. Finally, he examined the paints, lingering on each color for probably too long a moment. He wasn't bothering to breathe, nor was he moving beyond the deliberate ones. "Nope." It came out a little flatly and bluntly.
Not turning around face Oliver, the potter continued his study of the paints. "What're you drawing?" Finally, he reached out to pick up a can of blue paint. That done, he moved on to the easels. Setting both paint and brush down, Amun considered the blank canvas before him.
Not turning around face Oliver, the potter continued his study of the paints. "What're you drawing?" Finally, he reached out to pick up a can of blue paint. That done, he moved on to the easels. Setting both paint and brush down, Amun considered the blank canvas before him.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
