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Nude. In the eyes of mankind, it is all bare and naked. One lady with an undying devotion for colors and an unbroken palette, on the other hand, highly stands in stark contrast to this cultural stance. Life's cruelty painted the blank, empty canvas of her soul. Lavinia Selene Nevarez had suffered a lot further from her maxima; harassment, emptiness, and injustice. It's disgusted by many but has given life into her black and white misery.
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