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Faded tree figures loom near, visible as a smear on what used to be the Mona Lisa. The great work of art goes to waste as its paint is fingered, by each person, like its some sort of photocopy, covering the masterpiece with old, dirt, and impurities that are not naturally occurring on skin. Leonardo da Vinci would be appalled at our treatment of his gift, made to be given to one person, yet he loved it... and gave it to us instead. Now stare once again at its poor condition.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
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Faded tree figures loom near, visible as a smear on what used to be the Mona Lisa. The great work of art goes to waste as its paint is fingered, by each person, like its some sort of photocopy, covering the masterpiece with old, dirt, and impurities that are not naturally occurring on skin. Leonardo da Vinci would be appalled at our treatment of his gift, made to be given to one person, yet he loved it... and gave it to us instead. Now stare once again at its poor condition.
I've secluded myself recently, and spent a lot of time in thought.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
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