Chapter 78
BRIELLE As I came into the hall, my soul was deafeningly quiet. My gaze was drawn involuntarily to the painting on the wall, as it always was. When my eyes fixed on them, my feet followed suit, walking gently to allow my eyes to enjoy the moment of staring at the painting. I wasn't a big fan of art previously, but after I saw this, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I found myself falling in love with an artist's work all of a sudden. This work oozed out of me like a want to sing all day and all night. This heart of mine was such a chatterbox. It moved through the words as if it were in ballet, adoring every single movement. It came in the form of a river, generally calm but with a flow that looked to know where it was going. It came to be born rather than molded, to reveal its true natu
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