A Bridge between worlds

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ll of cigars that pervaded the rest of the building, Alexander Whitmore sat at an elegant mahogany desk that dominated a large corner office. He was the chief executive officer of Whitmore Enterprises and w

nversations, and making decisions. As Grace was using the mouse to display a new

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, rectangular parcel in hand. "You have th

enuinely interested in the slightly absurd w

it can be attributed to a painting The executive said, "A painti

protective paper and was left holding a beautiful picture painted on a colorfully bright canvas. It was another place where people met, worked and spent their time it was a painting of urban life, to

uman features and situation that people normally go through in their everyday life. This was something that was completely

in romance, I will review Eliza Harper. He had never heard this name before though there was magnanimity of sorts and the bond

t men in the city. The audience could get a glimpse of her artsy personality when she was in the middle of painting her new best friend, a huge livi

r meals and wages. At night, she submerged herself in painting and painted her dreams, wishes, and free and open frustrations on

t most of the time during the day, every look being entirely different from the other. This was as if the artwork was windows to a

chatting to politicians, celebrities and other attendees. But the painting fogged his mind and day-dreamed through space and time. Thi

. This was not being asked just for the sake of creating an identity for a musician, but for a person. The man sc

e would never be able to revert back from again. Alexander Whitmore was on the verge of crossing the bridge to

ves only a first glimpse on how Eliza's works have affected him a