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You’ve stood there. Staring at a painting in a hushed gallery, heart beating just a little faster (and) still feeling like an outsider.
You’ve stood there. Staring at a painting in a hushed gallery, heart beating just a little faster (and) still feeling like an outsider.
You’ve stood in front of a painting and felt nothing. Or worse. You felt something, but had no idea why. Or how to name it.