I received two colouring books for my birthday. They contain page after page of intricate and delicate designs and I was quickly overwhelmed by the endless and intricate possibilities.
I have come to discover that colouring is no simple thing.
The urge to colour in every speck of white paper is strong.
The urge to stop after one petal and rest is equally compelling.
Finally, I needed to come to terms with colouring one petal at time.
My son was equally absorbed in his drawing journal, no lines to colour within, only infinite ideas to limit to the page.
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