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Most of the art enthusiasts has gone by the wayside, leaving him to his thoughts in the vast corridor. The piece on the far wall drew him in. He leaned in, as close as was physically possible without brushing the tip of his nose against the paint. He examined the intricate strokes, admired how they played with the tight weave of the canvas. Then he felt the pang in his stomach. It should have been his work hanging on that wall.

1 comment:

  1. his love knew, there were works of art hanging on HIS walls that moved your soul, promised light and life and made you understand "sensual". she felt the pang in her stomach.

    p.s. ok. i'm trying miss katherine and enjoying. who knows from where the creative comes.


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