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| There was a night I was sitting at my desk working through my lesson plan for the next day and little brother Bijaya was sitting in the room with me. All of a sudden he got real quiet and I could sense he was working on something (I had my back to him) In the nicest way I have to tell you there was seldom time Bijaya was quiet when he was in the room with me so this was a treat. I turned around and he was half way through these little creations. From this day forwarded we coined him as Artist Bijaya. |
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