_ Poor Artist_
I walk the steets of Paris to find inspiration for my next work. Meanwhile, I lazily walking around, stop behide a café, I go inside and order a capuchino with some macaroons. At the same time, outside start to rain, I enjoy drinking and eating, look through the window, watch the rain fall. I just drink and enjoy that, it's very chill, I can't stop it.
I sit in the way have not many people, so I can have a great time nobody ennoy me. Then I see a painting on the wall and I wonder feel like a poor artist.
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