Isn't that nice? I missed those days. Slacking around in the classroom; stepping on charcoal bits here and there on the floor; feeling the weight of the easels as you drag them from the neat corner they are stacked at; playing at the charcoal stick in your hand and seeing it colour your fingers black.
Looking at charcoal drawings, the classroom became the object of my nostalgia.
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| Classroom drawings. |
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