The artist



I recently met a remarkable woman. As is my custom, I inquired about her background. She shared with me that she is an artist working on a project to showcase her work, and she had numerous ideas for promoting her art. Like many artists, she had a multitude of thoughts and ideas. However, she also opened up about more significant personal challenges she is facing. I discovered that we share some common experiences, having both battled MRSA infections and lost spouses. We began to compare stories, and I found her fascinating. Her presence is radiant, and I hope her enthusiasm does not wane prematurely, much like the brief lifespan of an O-type blue star, which, despite its immense mass and luminosity, exhausts its fuel at an incredible rate. Were I twenty years younger, I might have considered asking her out. I wish her all the best in her pursuits.

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