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It was around 10:00 PM.Phoenix was asleep.  Laundry in the washer.  Dishes sitting in the sink.  Food in my belly.  And a paintbrush in my hand. Yes, a paintbrush I said. I finally had enough.  It’s been way too long–and ever since my little guy was born my heart has been longing to paint again.…