Paintbrush

↬four.

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  "You are not making this easy for me, are you?" he frowned at the painting in front of him. It was the same from two days ago.

  He didn't understand. The walls in the area were completely empty and had enough space for at least ten more paintings. Yet, there was nothing new.

  "Come on, " he sighed. "Give me something."

  Frustrated, he walked away before stumbling on a metal can. He furrowed his eyebrows and picked it up, realizing it had black paint inside it. It was slightly fresh. A smile spread across his face as he looked down.

  And there was the artist's painting.

  He crouched down to gaze at it better, tilting his head. The painting was unbelievably creative and so was its location. And the message, as always, was motivational.

  "Earth is dying, " he whispered sadly.

  Reaching out to touch the artwork, he traced its shape and smiled. He could feel how much thought and effort had been used to paint it.

  Usually, he liked art on street walls.

  But now, sidewalks were his favorite.

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