BASTIEN
Once his first layer of paint was down and tacky to the touch (he could not hope for bone-dry, not in this climate), Bastien selected a blue colour to begin to add in designs; first he wrote out a prayer he had invented to the Voice on the wall; simple words but ones he hoped might help those that prayed there:
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From these words he added in complex patterns, ones he had learnt from his mothers dresses as a child, from the textiles of far off lands he had studied in Venice. Starting at one corner he slowly spread these out, until the cave wall was an enticing wave of colours and shapes to be lost in.
Mother of the Light, may you remain as a spirit of wisdom within my heart.
Be present for me now and in every moment of eternity.
Take my hand and lead me to the glowing truths within me,
for there shall I find my purpose in life revealed.
Be present for me now and in every moment of eternity.
Take my hand and lead me to the glowing truths within me,
for there shall I find my purpose in life revealed.
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From these words he added in complex patterns, ones he had learnt from his mothers dresses as a child, from the textiles of far off lands he had studied in Venice. Starting at one corner he slowly spread these out, until the cave wall was an enticing wave of colours and shapes to be lost in.
Some people can't get success with their art
Some people never feel love in their heart
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
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