The other day there was a knock at my front door. When I opened it, I found a young boy with a box in his hands. He immediately began his memorized spiel, and I dreaded having to tell…
my LIFE of ART
The other day there was a knock at my front door. When I opened it, I found a young boy with a box in his hands. He immediately began his memorized spiel, and I dreaded having to tell…