She sat with a sense of concentration that belittled and bewildered all avenue of nonsensical people – predominantly obsessed and addicted to this argumentative thing; Art, how does it happen ? A brush. A thrust. A lonely little must. As her body begins.. to sink

Deeper still – ill-ly behaving, albeit equally both inevitably braced and braved for this feeling of expedient bliss

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