Artists, in any medium, never cease to amaze me. But when you use a fly hair as a paintbrush and design within the eye of a needle, that is something, non? This gentleman went from being belittled as a boy by a sorry excuse for a teacher to heeding the words of the mother who loved him. Dreams don't always come in big packages. And sometimes you just need a little help to see them.
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A Domestic Doyenne's Journey Through Mid-Life, Motherhood & Beyond
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