Texto: Eugenia Castillo- 12.° grado | Ilustración: Ana Paula Schaumann- 12.° grado
The Old Painting
It was another late Saturday afternoon in Louisa’ s grandfather’ s house when light poured into the small living room and danced upon the painting above the mantle. It had always intrigued her why her grandfather kept a painting of another man in his house. She wrapped herself up into her grandfather ' s tattered leather armchair, cradling her mug of cocoa in her hands, and looked up at the painting for what felt like the hundredth time. Not only because of the man in the picture, but it looked old, it showcased a man with his robes and a look in his eyes of being deep in thought. Finally, she decided to ask.
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