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This wall is enormous.This sidewalk.
This canvas.
It stretches on without end....
But one rusty crooked nail is hammered into it. And then pulled out and hammered in two inches to the left. Used to hang a dreary portrait.
One piece of black chalk is used to scribble obscenities over one another.
An old paint brush is dipped into a used can of red paint and then sloppily wielded.
This wall is nearly bare.
This sidewalk could use some imagination.
This canvas has but one color.
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