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Clare sat in on the balcony of her hotel painting the lights of the town and the people on the street Bellow her. The night air was brisk as it swept across her legs Wich were folded in the chair under her she had her hair pulled back in a messy bun and her over sized painting shirt on. The plain white man's shirt had been worn for many nights like this and was covered with proof. Her brush lightly moved over the canvis as she brought life to it creating movement out of stillness. Each person she painted had a glow about them ranging In color and vividness. Clare painted people exactly as she saw them and that included their oras. Her phone buzzed next to her bringing her back to the present. She glanced down at it and rolled her eyes. Frank. She had broken up with three months ago and he still called. She streached and layed down her brush standing she walked to the railing and leaned against it letting her eyes Rome over the people Bellow .