Yesterday, like any other day, I headed out to my lift landing. Randomly my eyes wandered over to the white walls nearby. I walked over and remembered the images that had been there; the people, the cat, the girl, the heart. They had been painted over long ago with a coat of fresh, pristine white paint but I thought maybe I would still be able to see a rough shadow through the new layer.
I couldn't see a thing.
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