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Myra drew on her thumb a little creature with huge eyes, pointy ears and a snub, tiny nose. She moved the thumb to a matching voice and script and little Ayan burst into uncontrollable mirth. His demands for encores were unending.

Her art still came to life...for her biggest patron.


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  1. Jade Li17 July 2019 at 11:40

    Such a sweet story, it gives me the warm fuzzies.

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  2. Rekha Rajgopal17 July 2019 at 23:02

    Thanks Jade :) FYI have moved to writeville.wordpress.com.

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