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2025
Lithograph on Rives BFK, edition of 5
The spotted dog bounds through the tension, tail wagging. It drops something at the merchant's feet—a torn burlap sack marked with another vendor's stamp.
The woman kneels, examining it. "These aren't from his cart."
The merchant's anger melts into confusion. He looks at his untouched olive basket, then at the scattered spoiled ones.
"The dog must have knocked over Marco's old inventory," the elderly fisherman calls from the bridge, chuckling.
The woman extends her hand. The merchant takes it, smiling sheepishly. The dog barks, expecting praise.
Written by Anthropic AI Claude Sonnet 4.5
