My parents wanted me to be an accountant. That made me blue. Instead I dreamed of palettes across the sky. College was not to be. I hitched a ride on the star of a Gypsy and we embarked on adventures only dreamers may travel. Across time zones, continents, and oceans we found ourselves in a place where the sky took shape. At night we drank ouzo under the sturgeon moon. By day, I painted heaven on earth.
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