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As you dip the bamboo brush into the water, thinking of what you want to create.
Letting go of all expectations, you watch the mystical moment when you paint with water and see
the lines turn black, like calligraphy ink.

A moment passes and you see the brush strokes fading, turning into other shapes, like a passing cloud. The canvas turns blank again, like disappearing ink, giving you another chance to be in the moment, a mystical moment.
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