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AN UNFINISHED SONG
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He then approached me, as ever, with a compliment on his lips.

"I wish I were an artist, I would paint you as I see you now." This time I was not annoyed; he seemed no longer a stranger to me. Of a sudden the dream vision and he were blended into one. And I saw whom? Him or another?