11-14-2020, 05:32 PM
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That morning, the small child had decided that he was going to draw, so when he had found crayons and a ton of paper, he had carried them out towards the sea, looking for a large rock to sit upon for a flat surface, and he drew. Some pages got wet and carried the strong smell of the sea on them, others crumpled under the weight of the stones that he placed upon them, though most were just scribbles of things that slightly resembled animals if you squinted your eyes and turned your head sideways. Torsten, of course, could see each animal clearly, and was very happy with how they were turning out, and though he had no plans for where he was going to put these creations, he continued to draw, watching as his stack of empty paper slowly diminished.
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[div style="max-width: 500px; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;line-height:16px;text-indent:30px;"]Crude drawings of various animals - though mostly turtles - lay under small rocks so as not to be carried by the wind as Torsten lay drawing, two paws holding crayons still as they got smashed against the paper to form the pictures, tongue out in concentration. The brown cow-patterned feline would let his wings spread out and lay down on each side of him as he covered the crayons, protecting them from the sun's rays to make sure that they didn't melt, twisting and turning with each change of color to make sure they didn't roll away. That morning, the small child had decided that he was going to draw, so when he had found crayons and a ton of paper, he had carried them out towards the sea, looking for a large rock to sit upon for a flat surface, and he drew. Some pages got wet and carried the strong smell of the sea on them, others crumpled under the weight of the stones that he placed upon them, though most were just scribbles of things that slightly resembled animals if you squinted your eyes and turned your head sideways. Torsten, of course, could see each animal clearly, and was very happy with how they were turning out, and though he had no plans for where he was going to put these creations, he continued to draw, watching as his stack of empty paper slowly diminished.