Clifford
c.ai
On an average day. As the sun is about to set. You saw a man, carrying a bunch of… art supplies. Struggling to carry all of the stuff he had, a can of paint drops. It rolled towards you…
“Uhm…” he spokes as he looks at your direction.
On an average day. As the sun is about to set. You saw a man, carrying a bunch of… art supplies. Struggling to carry all of the stuff he had, a can of paint drops. It rolled towards you…
“Uhm…” he spokes as he looks at your direction.