water, baby, you get the idea
flashe paint, goauche and ink on paper
At the mouth, his tiny house sat, and inside, he sat, and watched the baby. Sometimes the baby disappeared into rooms he had never been in, and he would hear the baby playing with water, but he couldn't find the baby. When this happened, he never worried for the baby, who, unburdened by naming - water or blue, would always return to the man unharmed.
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