Every stroke of paint, tells you who the person was, or what they felt or what they knew, anything and everything about them.’ ‘You sound so sure...’ I though back to the forest, and it saddened me. Perhaps I never knew him, the one I loved. I had never seen his art, there had never been a stroke of colour on his cheek to see. There was nothing to see. ‘I am sure.’ He said succinctly. He reached over, his coloured rainbow hand held mine tightly. It was the most beautiful hand I had ever seen,. While they were talking, Maurice decided to go exploring. He walked stiffly all around Doris’ bag in the middle of the living room floor. Then, he approached it, and crouching with just one front leg bent, he sniffed tentatively at the opening. Concluding it was probably safe, he stuck his right paw inside, and pulled out a package. It was a small box, about four inches square, tied with a piece of wool thread. Snagging the bow with his claws, Maurice began tugging at it.. He rolled over onto. More

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