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The old woman stares deeply at her portrait on the wall. She was much younger then, the rays of hope like the sun breaking through, shining in her azure eyes and long locks the colour of corn.
She sighs and strokes the cat, nowadays her dearest companion. She wishes the painting was a mirror but, alas, time is cruel.
However, it is not for her ageing bones that a salty stray tear falls onto her lap but memories. She softly calls out the artist's name, her lover from long ago, who forever haunts her dreams and always will.
She sighs and strokes the cat, nowadays her dearest companion. She wishes the painting was a mirror but, alas, time is cruel.
However, it is not for her ageing bones that a salty stray tear falls onto her lap but memories. She softly calls out the artist's name, her lover from long ago, who forever haunts her dreams and always will.
