There was her whiteness, her porcelain purity, her summer sea eyes, the Roman arch of her cheeks, the fine wheat hair, the nose and chin in perfect balance
Beneath a huge dark floppy statement of a hat
That said boldly
“ I deal in colors on canvas!”
Abstract expressions that belied her perfectly formed features.
I fell in love with the multiplicity of contradictions
The air of unanswerable sadness that cloaked her like a mist.
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