The magic principle, the holy grail, the nirvana they were looking for was actually a parking space.
Dining on new paint, the room looked spic and span (clean and new for those who need this translated).
The rythm of percussive paint brushes had people swaying to the brush strokes.
We are all paint now, that’s what they told us – it sounded good even if we had no clue what it meant.
The high-wire act wins.
Gifts for you.
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