Realism in Denver How a Snowstorm and a Stranger Changed My Style
1. Lost in the Middle of a Storm Denver wasn’t supposed to be home. I was just passing through—helping a friend relocate, between jobs, between decisions. On a snowy afternoon, with flurries dancing across the sidewalks and the wind cutting through my thin jacket, I found myself wandering through the city’s Art District. I ducked into a random shop to warm up. It was quiet,...
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