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deep moody red compliments his plain black suit and black broad-brimmed fedora at his fingers on the mahogany bar just slightly out of reach a dry martini with a drowning olive it's a solitary scene and we are lost in somewhere else in some other time in a moment maybe private or otherwise Whit Howland © 2019
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
A man and his drink
deep moody red compliments his plain black suit and black broad-brimmed fedora at his fingers on the mahogany bar just slightly out of reach a dry martini with a drowning olive it's a solitary scene and we are lost in somewhere else in some other time in a moment maybe private or otherwise Whit Howland © 2019
Word painting. An image to be immersed in
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
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