Natalie Wolf
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Natalie folded her arms as she stepped back to admire her masterpiece - as the red paint dried it weighed down the petals, deforming them. She frowned as her eyes followed the trickle of red that flowed down the rose's stem, and she chewed on the paintbrush between her lips, trying to decide whether or not to water down the paint. She let her eyes drop to the small, vivid red paint pot at her feet, and with a small sigh, withdrew the brush from her mouth and opened the paint again.
She picked a bigger rose this time, and applied the paint in thinner layers, giving the white rose a pink complexion. 'Never mind', she thought, 'I'll just add another layer when it's dry.' While she worked she smiled and sung to herself...
She picked a bigger rose this time, and applied the paint in thinner layers, giving the white rose a pink complexion. 'Never mind', she thought, 'I'll just add another layer when it's dry.' While she worked she smiled and sung to herself...
"Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red"
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red"