Painting Her a Mind

I raise my painter's brush. 

Sparkling orbs bearing a new and pure soul, untarnished by the learning of men, or the ideals of the world. 

Her eyes are an open door into a fresh new mind, a blank page ready to be written on. To be painted with beautiful knowlege. 

I will do my best not to harm this fresh new soul.

I will fill the pages of her mind with a beautiful painting of knowlege and curiosity.

Brightly colored, always changing and growing.

I hope that one day she will learn to take the brush in her hands, and use it to paint something that people will not soon forget.

I raise my painters brush, and begin. 



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