She had to read at the cathedral tonight, so she left here
early, assuring me she would be home for dinner.
She wanted to spend a little time at the exhibit Chronicles of Solitude
which displayed the the work of Vilhem Hammershoi, a Danish artist.
There weren't too many works there, but she liked the way he played with light, his homes, and how he included his wife. It was a strangely restful exhibit which not only matched the color of her fingernails, but the quality of this last summer Saturday.
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