' sooner or later, ' coloured cheeks, painted in rose blushes, but so beautifully and stunning he never sought to believe it had been drawn in such a time. past centuries written in fights & poverty, loss of lives when medicine had remained in it's little footsteps, though time and time again it had fascinated one. not truly, not enough to follow such a life, but . . . ' have you been working here for long ? ' glasses pushed back on its bridge, slipped forward with each portrait & drawing. curiosity narrowed ones eyes, hands fled into their pockets. withdrawn the urge to touch all of them, feel the paint beneath fingertips. old & dried, but looked at every so often.
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