In one brushstroke a whole life.

In one life a holographic culture.

The brushstroke, as simple as it was,

Carried within it everything the man was,

And in turn he carried everything that was his culture.

And until I accept I am a brushstroke

I cannot see my part in the

Whole picture.

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