THE CANVAS: From Spring to Winter.
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Its finally done...
As the brush guides those final details, she stands still before the canvas. Looking at him, his lips curved into a soft smile, his eyes looking into her own... she wonders--- ❝Did the canvas truly captured him?❞
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