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I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because
I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist,
nor you, so close your hand
in my chest, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
— Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
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Story Description:
Everything she paints come to life, and when she painted the most gorgeous man in the world, there came the trouble, for she never knew, she fell in love with her own painting who came out to life.
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The Portrait of Evan Dawson (Complete)
FantasyEverything she paints come to life, and when she painted the most gorgeous man in the world, there came the trouble, for she never knew, she fell in love with her own painting who came out to life.
