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She looked at the empty canvas, pure and white, waiting for her brush to fill it some colors.
The blankness of the canvas seemed daunting, yet also exhilarating.
She dipped her brush in the paint, selecting first hue to begin her masterpiece.
The first stroke was tentative, colors seemed to take on life of their own.
The canvas began to transform, white background disappearing vibrant strokes of color.
Each stroke was deliberate, guided by her intuition and passion.
The colors danced across canvas and blending, until they finally settled into harmonious composition.
She realized, that the white canvas had been transformed into beautiful work of art.
The blankness that had once been so intimidating was now a distant memory.
The canvas was no longer white, but alive with the energy and beauty of her creation.