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just breathe
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An easel stood at the top of the mountain, an army of paint beside it with canvased armor sitting upon it's wooden frame. Pluto had placed himself behind it, paws dipped in shades of blue as he began to pat them onto the canvas. Every once in a while he would look out from behind his work to look at the sky, taking a tiny bit more paint and brushing it on with a single toe. The lion looked to be hard at work but his body was relaxed, this was a calming activity for him.
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