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She could feel the pictures ready to come outIt was a sort of pressure, like water in a pipeShe always thought she would draw something wonderful, but what she actually drew never quite matched the feelingIt was like when she tried to tell a dream--the words never really captured how it felt Poppy was grasping the pencil in her fist and making a wild scribble "Lovely," said LinaThen, without even a dear idea of what it was to be, she began her own pictureShe started on the left side of the can labelFirst she drew 135 a tall, narrow box--a buildingThen more boxes next to it--a cluster of buildingsNext she drew a few tiny people prada handbags sale walking on the street below the buildingsIt was what she nearly always drew--the other city--and every time she drew it, she had the same frustrating feeling: there was more to be drawnThere were other things in this city, there were marvels there--but she couldn't imagine what they wereAll she knew was that this city was bright in a different way from EmberWhere the brightness came from she didn't know She drew more buildings and filled in the windows and doors