Mini oil painting

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Monday June 16th update: I have decided to keep my little painting and not have it included in the public library display. At times, people can be very mean-spirited, and laugh and mock the endeavors of those of us who are creative. I decided not to provide an opportunity for that. I hope that those of you who read my blogs enjoy my creativity, and I will continue to share things here. 

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