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Hidden Words in Hidden Worlds.

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 Art can speak a million words...

Art can bring people together, Art can change the world.

Maybe you can make art like that, art that have emotion and a deep meaning. Then... you are amazing.


Art can liven your soul, take away your worry,

Art can  bring you joy.


Art can make you strong, Art can free your mind.

Art is an adventure in a new world.... There is more to it than you think....


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