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The Space Painter Story Here is the story of how I became the Space Painter. I think of it as a story about learning. One day three friends and I were practicing a beautiful and intricate juggling pattern that we called the 14-club-clockwork trick. It involved the four of us passing clubs high in the air. While we were doing this, a little boy came over to us. He was 2 years old and dressed in hiking boots and a diaper, and nothing else. Im pretty sure it was a full diaper. The boy looked up at the 14-club-clockwork trick. He pointed a finger at it and said, "painting space, painting space." At first I had no clue what he was talking about, but then I saw...he was describing juggling. |
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