Scratches

"When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold;

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,

Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?"

-Rudyard Kipling, Conundrum of the Workshops

 

Darned if I know, but it's a heckuva lot of scratching, I decided to post it anyway and politely suggested to the devil that he could go to hell.

Have a nice Sunday/week.

 

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Done