Mirror painting
Only few steps from the gallery door, she saw a painting, a wonderful one: a woman sitting her knees covering her chest and her arms around her knees. On her shoulders an Embroidered Scarf. She couldn’t go away from that painting. She went into another world imagining how a painter could paint such a woman and revealing all that sadness although her eyes are not seen. It is only her side was apparent. Yet this girl stared and gazed at the painting all the time.
The painted woman wore nothing but an embroidered scarf. “She can’t be a model” the whispered to herself. She is so real, too sad, and extremely lonely; abandoned and weeping without tears. “You seem a narcissist”, a man said. “What?”She asked. “You are staring in this mirror for two hours now” he replied. “A mirror” she is shocked, and tried to say an explanation but failed. She raised the embroidered scarf over shoulders and logged in the gallery but couldn’t see anything except that painting in the mirror.
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