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way the light hit the water at dawn. I painted the wild roses that grew along the fence. I painted all the feelings I’d kept bottled up for 19 years of a bad marriage.
I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled
Six months later, I hosted my first small art exhibition in town.
