In my dream I head up to the top floor in an old elevator to find the ramshackle studio of an artist. I envy his weathered desk, the lumpy rich work he has scattered around the dim room. As we talk, I start to love him.
In my dream I head up to the top floor in an old elevator to find the ramshackle studio of an artist. I envy his weathered desk, the lumpy rich work he has scattered around the dim room. As we talk, I start to love him.
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