Painting the walls

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I was down in Venice last week, painting the walls. I like to paint green, blue, black, red and yellow. I like the really big letters. I can go left to write, or I can go from right to left. It depends on my feelings. I can start at the top and go down, or not do that, or do spots here and there.

At the beach I get lots of lockers, but I do not look back, only painting. There is sand and wind, this is part of it. I paint life and I paint sand and wind with all the rest.
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