dGaubed in apricot. Are we ready to take a bite?Aates pull back like curtains drawn.
Shoulders bare bronze like frescoes in sunlight,
sh, coffee and cornetto break my fast.
Ehielding our innocence. Still, I'm starving.
xit, underneath walls of glorious past
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Hi Hello! I’m starting this new little thing called “Stories based on paintings” as self-explanatory as it sounds the rules and requirements are simple.
Choose 3 paintings of your liking.