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Monet in Venice
The gondola rocks back and forth.
Tethered to the dock,
The occasional sound of wood
against wood
snaps him out of his reverie.
He must act quickly,
Else the morning sun shifts too
much.
Then,
The magic would be...
Tethered to the dock,
The occasional sound of wood
against wood
snaps him out of his reverie.
He must act quickly,
Else the morning sun shifts too
much.
Then,
The magic would be...
