Winter has settled into the trees, brushing away the last of leaves. Bringing with it brisk mornings and fog that lingers for weeks on end. Longing for vibrance to come back into your world, you searched telephone pole after telephone pole until something grabbed your attention.
“messy art gallery” it read.
You pulled out a pink pen and hurried to marked your skin with the address before catching the train across town, 15 minutes until it starts.
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