“If only I would have known.” I started to whisper. Gently I tapped the serrated blade in my hand on the table. “If only I had known, here, where I began, is where I would find my self again.” Even this grim realization, this newfound understanding of how circular life could be, couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.
I quickly exchanged the knife in my hand for the brush I’d previously discarded, I knew what came next. The red seemed full of vim as it boldly stood against the white of my canvas. In one stroke it was done, a simple circle was all I needed. “This.” I said, as I pointed my brush. “This is life!”

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