Sanja lived a happy life exploring the back rooms of the museum, playing with broken bits of art, dancing through the old palace. At night she would sit in the Charles Le Brun room and breathe deep the old oils and sweat of the canvas or soak up the romance of Vien.
For many years, Sanja consumed nothing but art until one day she realized that she'd become part of the Louvre itself. She was in the tapestries,the glass,
and the paintings themselves.
Though she's been absorbed by the art, Sanja isn't gone. To this day, she whispers challenge and inspiration to all the artists roaming the halls of the Louvre looking for more. God save McQueen.
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