monet oil painting

monet oil painting
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fine art landscape painting "The great Jabba is asleep," Bib explained. "He has instructed me to tell youthere will be no bargains—" Luke stopped suddenly, and stared at Bib. He locked eyes with the major-domo,raised his hand slightly, took a minutely inward turn. "You will take me to Jabba,now." Bib paused, tilted his head a fraction. What were his instructions? Oh, yes,now he remembered. "I will take you to Jabba now." He turned and walked down the twisting corridor that led to the throne chamber.Luke followed him into the gloom. "You serve your master well," he whispered in Bib's ear. "I serve my master well," Bib nodded with conviction. "You are sure to be rewarded," Luke added. Bib smiled smugly. "I am sure to be rewarded." As Luke and Bib entered Jabba's court, the level of tumult dropped precipitouslyas if Luke's presence had a cooling effect. Everyone felt a change.