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The Portrait of the Wedding

As I stood in my studio with the familiar weight of a brush in my fingers, the air was heavy with the smell of paint. Before me was a blank canvas, an uncharted territory awaiting a narrative. However, this was our narrative, not just any story. Damon's and mine.

I wasn't painting for myself today....

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