'  sooner or later,  '  coloured cheeks,  painted in rose blushes,   but so  beautifully  and stunning   he never sought to believe it had been drawn  in such a time.  past centuries written in fights  &  poverty,  loss of lives when medicine had remained in it's little footsteps,  though time and time again it had fascinated one.    not truly,  not enough to follow  such  a life,   but . . .  ' have you been working here for long ?  '   glasses pushed back on its bridge,  slipped forward with each portrait  &  drawing.   curiosity  narrowed ones eyes,  hands fled into their pockets.  withdrawn the urge to touch all of them,  feel the paint beneath fingertips.  old  &  dried,  but looked at every so often. Â
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