He looked at the half-finished portrait, and knew it will never be completed. With the last bit of will-to-live fading, his heart wailed, and for once and for ever, begged for a concession of self-pity...Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A Short Story
He looked at the half-finished portrait, and knew it will never be completed. With the last bit of will-to-live fading, his heart wailed, and for once and for ever, begged for a concession of self-pity...
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You painted that?!
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