Mona Lisa: A Da Vinci Confession
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Have you ever wondered if there was a story behind the famous Monalisa? Well, here it is in the form of a short confession of the greatest artist/inventor.
Please Note: This is a historical fiction story and although the names are of real people this story is a complete work of fiction created by the author in honour of the late inventor Leonardo da Vinci whom the author admires very much.
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