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After we met. (Read Caption) Before I visited

After we met. (Read Caption) Before I visited the Louvre, I met a painter sitting on the stairs outside his home. The hanging board read, 'I am yet to make my masterpiece'. People in the city, called him a mad lover who once fell in love with Mona Lisa. The girls living in his neighbourhood, used to hide themselves behind the corner streets or when passing through him, peeping from their windows and each one of them, dying to become his muse. The naked sun never burnt him enough, to peel his scars, nonetheless,
After we met. (Read Caption) Before I visited the Louvre, I met a painter sitting on the stairs outside his home. The hanging board read, 'I am yet to make my masterpiece'. People in the city, called him a mad lover who once fell in love with Mona Lisa. The girls living in his neighbourhood, used to hide themselves behind the corner streets or when passing through him, peeping from their windows and each one of them, dying to become his muse. The naked sun never burnt him enough, to peel his scars, nonetheless,
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