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About Her.
A short story.
It was a sunny April morning. The clouds were brighter than the spotlights that illuminated the grimacing paintings tucked into the corners of the museum. Her nose burrowed into her chest, seeking refuge from the wind. In a futile attempt, she gathered a thin layer of dust on her beautifully woven red dress before swiftly rushing into the museum.
The museum was dimly lit, except near the exhibits, which displayed bizarre expressions of all the despicable things one could imagine on a bad day.
Now, she had to select and interpret these works by various artists, both renowned and obscure, and rate them. Thoughts drifted in from nowhere as she rested her heavy head on the desk, unable to curate her strange, scattered musings much like the disjointed artwork before her.
