70. Canvas
I brought my easel to the hill today and placed my Canvas on it. I slowly painted a tree and the beautiful sunset and a guy with his back facing me. He was enjoying the beautiful sun set. After I finished painting, I looked around and noticed that there no one around but me. It turns out while I was painting you were unconsciously on my mind.
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