Exhibition: Six sentences again

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The attendant with her glasses on a chain stands next to the door with her arms folded, but her eyes are on the ceiling. A mother and daughter are pointing at a pomegranate painting, near identical matches in their pastel twin-set and pearls. A man in tweed with a long salty beard strokes it thoughtfully as he peruses the lilacs. She knows they aren’t watching them, the young couple in the centre, the man hunched over the glass case whose chest is now rising and falling rapidly as his girlfriend’s finger tip traces his hair line, back and forth, back and forth.

She knows she can proceed anyway she wishes.

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