The Art of Being Polite
A sunlit scene of three wild boars munching on Cabernet grapes in an abandoned vineyard somewhere in Spain; a park ranger, running from a moose through the evening dust, as his partner quietly chews on a donut and giggles; sixteen beautiful brides, glamorous in white, dancing at gunpoint as they wed the world's most revolting bachelors. These are paintings that can never be separated. Nor can they be added to or subtracted from without serious and prolonged contemplation. They're a family, your family. They complete your home and tell the world your innermost feelings. A sacred union of Divine origin that deserves protection, because one day, there will come to your door, a wolf, dressed in the sheepyist of clothing.
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