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Someone was here. Left a trace. Not with the body, but with presence. Footprints are not forward movement. They are proof that something truly touched the earth. That it was not an imagination. Words crumble into the surface. ALWAYS. TOGETHER. LOVE. Not as a promise, but as a memory. As something that remained, even when everything else moved on. This painting is not a declaration. It is an imprint...