The art shop always stayed open.
When the economy collapsed and every other store on the street went out of business, its lights stayed on.
After riots tore through the city, the store reopened the next day with new displays behind the shattered windows.
When the storms came and the waters rose, They were still there, distributing slightly damp coloring books to the boats that went by.
When the waters receded and the lower city became a deserted, uninhabited wasteland, the art shop stood on the hill, still open.
“The world needs art now more than ever,” the proprietor said.

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