The next night, the Toreador returned to his unfinished painting. He paced around the front of the canvas palette in, trying to discern what the best angles were to begin with.

Like lightning, the spark of inspiration arrived. The painter's hand zipped up and down the canvas, discarding blue brushes for green to create the terrain and back to blue for the water. The scene rapidly took form. "Excellente." Just few touch ups and....there it was.

That was enough for tonight. Let the paint dry then do some more tomorrow. Pacing himself would be for the best.

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