I made this littler sculpture in art this year. I am not a 3-d person, I am a painter. It was a feat. Now, it's somewhere in a trash receptacle, but only because I never thought I'd have to see it again! Maybe I don't mind so much, bringing the little things back.
Is there a sweet bliss or two from your past times that bring a smile now, even if they didn't then? A story you would tell your children, or with which to console a friend? Persevere, finish the project. There's always a little perk.

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