An angelic creature, the brushstroke of a heavenly artist

I simply tied the end of a paintbrush onto a twig.

Among them was a portrait of Poruk painted by Miervaldis Polis.

The others wipe the blood off our hands and feet.

I'll buy temperas and paintbrushes this afternoon.

OK?

Is that clear?

That's clear.

Understood.

Is it clear?

Thanks to the pointers on how to apply makeup.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

It's clear to me.

One thing is clear.

Is that clear?

Speak clearly.

Everything is clear.

Is it clear?

It's clear.

That's clear.

Is it clear now?

Yet one thing is clear.

That much is clear.

It is clear what has happened.

The point was clear.

You're clear. All right. Firing.

They are the same. Okay?

That was clear.

This is very clear.

For now, little is certain.

This could not be clearer.

The sun is shining brightly.

Am I making myself clear?

He expressed himself clearly.

It all makes sense now.

What's not clear?

Am I clear?

Am I clear?

It was clear.

Is that not clear?

Am I making myself perfectly clear?

It's clear to everybody.

Mary expressed herself clearly.

For me it is clear.

It had become clear to her that