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Today i went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. It was love.
So here's a story of parents' love. After looking at Ansel Adams' brilliance, we wandered around the museum and ended up in the french impressionist room. there was a man, a woman, and their two daughters. each parent had one child in his or her arms. the kids were probaly 5 and 6 and the parents walked up to each one of tha paintings and asked "what is it that you like about this one?" I swear to god i was so happy for those chids. they're going to rock as adults. and also, there were art students doing projects all around the museum. i wanted to beat them up and take their lives hehe. that's all for now, bye lovelies!
So here's a story of parents' love. After looking at Ansel Adams' brilliance, we wandered around the museum and ended up in the french impressionist room. there was a man, a woman, and their two daughters. each parent had one child in his or her arms. the kids were probaly 5 and 6 and the parents walked up to each one of tha paintings and asked "what is it that you like about this one?" I swear to god i was so happy for those chids. they're going to rock as adults. and also, there were art students doing projects all around the museum. i wanted to beat them up and take their lives hehe. that's all for now, bye lovelies!