Artist.
Artist's
touch.
Countless
palettes,
hung
in the
void.
Works
of art
by design.
Many
styles.
Many
looks.
Some with
raging
fires.
Others with
babbling
brooks.
All
in between.
Unlimited
variations.
Variations
on a
theme.
All hung
in the
showroom.
Each a
conception,
a work
of art.
Evolving.
Artist
retouch.
Infinite
showrooms
to ponder.
Creation's
works of
art.
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