In the morning, it was sitting there in all its glory at the top of the Terrace. By nightfall, it had been painted over in black. It had to happen eventually.
I had always thought that buffing off graffiti, as the obscene double to tagging and stenciling, would also have to take place under cover of night. After all, it is a controversial act that often makes walls look worse than before. But somebody must have just rolled right up in broad daylight and brazenly painted this over.
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