https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437131
(Painting not in Public Domain – Photo of painting taken at Met)
Fourth Sister – 10/05/20
…and, yes, he was right, there was something refreshing and even quietly breathtaking – deeply calming – about the beauty of the trees, of the oaks, alive and thriving before she, or even he, were conceived even in thought by their parents, his in Lyon, hers somewhere in Paris, as she was told, in such an offhanded way that of course at the time her young girl’s ears and mind only truly heard this was not something to question further, at least in words, which she did not do then, though always her imagination wondered – the wondering details changing over time, yes, of course, wondering about the physical act, the words of love that brought it about, was there happy rapturous exhaustion – as she now had with her man from Lyon – or was theirs a furtive guilt and a quick glance towards the clock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Funny how one’s beginnings became important, is that the word? Or is it a search for meaning, the meaning of others…
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