Please overlook my clumsy imitation. but when I saw this painting, I don’t know why, I was deeply moved.
I keep thinking that if the canvas extended a little further down, we would see ourselves walking slowly beneath the streetlights.
Sometimes I listen as you tell your story, sometimes you listen as I tell mine. Sometimes you don’t want to say more, and I’m afraid of making you unhappy. So, we walk in silence, together, slowly.
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