/r/TwoSentenceSadness
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A bare hand, sullen, through dry paint spangled onto skin groaning with each flick of a deft wrist, worked dutifully and with great care to work out dual figures (mother, infant) from the white oblivion of canvas, silent desperation; trompe l'oeil.
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