Euphoria
Vernon had quickly changed the topic.
He glanced up at the mural, so I did too. Now we had both our backs turned from the road, facing the mural, almost as if entering the imaginary world it has painted.
“Yes it is. You know, when you see this very beautiful painting, or when you read artistic poetry, or when you listen to a piece of really good music, and it’s so beautiful, it gives you an inexplicable feeling that you just want to hug it? You want to treasure it?” My excitement had resurrected.
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