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He sighed as he walked through the crowded streets.
It had been days since he found the second masterpiece and he was struggling to find another by the secret artist.
Fatigue began to overwhelm him. He leaned on the wall of a building before looking down. His eyes immediately widened.
Painted on the ground in a shimmering yellow was a rather large dot. Another dot followed after it.
With renewed determination, he used the dots as a guide. And what they led him to was astonishing beyond words.
He tilted his head, his interest piqued. The more he gazed at the painting, the more he understood.
"Art is like trees. It's dying, being cut off. And technology is what's killing it. People are, " he murmured, nodding.
Once again, his eyes caught the signature of the anonymous artist and he couldn't help but wonder who it was.
"P.B, " he said. "Whoever you are, you're amazing."
He smiled as he stared at the masterpiece of his new favorite artist.
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Paintbrush
Short Story❝Some spoke with words. Some spoke with music. She spoke with her paintbrush and he listened. ❞ - REVIEWS: "Absolutely amazing, I just can't get enough of this series. Gives me all sorts of feels. I couldn't rate this on a scale of 1 to 10 because...
