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She is an art! Not worthy for sale. Sculptured on a stone, nearly a corpse except for a little pulse throbbing from her scars. Masterly touch of the artist! How vividly he mapped the scars! Just like painting seeds on a plumpy, red watermelon. Here and there he left some pores. That she could take a little breath. She is surviving, through the pores he left, Painting the scars again, Not with the brush he used, Instead, a dash of self-love And the magical brush Of letting go!
