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7x10 watercolor original

Late in the nights or early in the morning, when quiet descends and all that is left is you, the buildings and the hidden moon is when streets tell you their stories.

This one the solitude screamed in your face.

The old woman who stared longingly through her window in the day but never dared to venture further than the corner to pick up the few groceries she could afford.

The young mother on her own who cried herself to sleep each evening.

The young man who's heart was broken just outside the shine of the lights on the building with a soft kiss and mumbled good bye. All faced with the screaming sound of quiet solitude.

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