Mad Scientess Jane Expat
My grandfather would have been ninety-two yesterday. I miss him desperately. I've been painting madly all week. I want to share the results but I'm not finished yet. Every day, I wish I could show my work to him. He'd take my brush from me and show me what needed to be done in about two minutes. "Like that," he'd say. And he'd be right.
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