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Meet Me By The Bridge At Midnight
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember. I think I might have bought it though. It's all such a blur, the night before. I went hard on those cocktails I reckon. But...why did I pick this painting? So old, raggedy...the harder I stared at it, the more I was over come by this sudden numbing, calm. I clenched it in-between my fingers and palms, it was the painting of a city under construction after the war, I stared at it. Judging by the colours of the sky it was likely painted just after dawn or before sunset. The sky was various shades of vibrant orange and yellow meeting blue. The land towards the horizon was a field of lilies and dandilions. Some of the buildings, skyscrapers, have been finished, most are still being built, and in the middle was a tower like structure, still under construction as well, but it drew me to it. It forced me to look, closer, harder, with more intent. As though to tell me "something is hidden here".