“Ophelia, come down here, angel,” my mom yelled for yet another time.“I'm coming,” I shouted back.I put down my paintbrush, and before I exited my room, I glanced once more at the canvas I had in front of me. My inspiration once again was one of my dreams; this time I was painting a woman's jewelry box placed on her vanity. Diamond rings, necklaces with pearls, and br
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