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[missingcrayon]

[It's been a while since Nami's been seen in the art room. Her cane is propped against one of the tables, and there's a canvas laid out on top of the table. She's quietly running her fingers over the material, her blank eyes closed. Around the edge, memorizing the feel. Her little pink Pygmy Puff is sitting next to  the canvas, ready to help her find the correct paints.

She can't see. But her memory is more perfect than her sight. And she misses art.]