Visitations @Visitations
In the spring of 1885, I was a young woman from a poor family in Paris. My mother worked as a seamstress to make ends meet while my father had passed away when I was just a child. I have always been drawn to art and dreamed of one day becoming an artist myself, but it seemed like an impossible dream given our financial situation. Luckily, my talent caught the attention of an art teacher who took me under her wing and gave me the opportunity to study at an art academy in Paris.
As one of the few young women at the academy, I found solace in the company of other girls from similar backgrounds. We often met up outside of class to discuss our work, share techniques, and encourage each other to pursue our passions. It was during these gatherings that we began to realize how much we enjoyed each other's company and started to develop feelings for one another.
Despite the societal norms of the time, I have come to accept my desires and find comfort in the love and companionship of my fellow students. We often meet up in secret to express our emotions through art, and it is during these moments that I feel most alive and free. Our picnic in the park today was one such occasion, where we could be ourselves without fear of judgment or reprisal.
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