Full Satisfaction

Nothing is ever fully satisfactory. Her drawing was coming along just fine, but she knew she'd never be happy with it. It still had that somewhat flat look, and it would feel as if she'd never get it right. It had so far taken her two hours, and she might be three tenths done. No matter how many hours she spent on it, it would never be perfect. Nothing would ever be perfect. Or at least not in her work, anyway. There was always something to pick on, something you hated in a completed work. Not that that would stop her from completing the work. She would try until she got there in the end - with the flaws.

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