https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437307
(In Public Domain)
Oldest Daughter -10/09/20
…and she always wondered why she, one of her middle children would always wander off, at times, just by herself, leaving her own family and her aunts and uncles, and even grandparents, when they were able to make the trip, as her daughter always seemed to enjoy all of them, talking and laughing, making funny little quips and observations with her multiple cousins, but…hmm…always, yes, in the hearing of the adults, of the aunts and uncles, but mainly…well, near her, the ears of her mother, and…she heard her daughter’s words, she heard her laughter, and the change of tone occasionally, but what she was saying, the meaning behind her words, she didn’t really hear, and, well, for numerous reasons, so many talking, so many voices at once, the sisters and brothers-in-law, and her parents when they came, so many things to hear, so many things to tell…yes, so many reasons…not to hear, not to understand, and yet…it was not an accident, was it?…that her daughter stayed near her, at times, next to her, sitting inelegantly on the table… She didn’t even know her daughter had left…until now when she just happened to see her in the distance. She wouldn’t call out to her, she wouldn’t go to her, but next time she would listen…and turn her eyes upon her…for perhaps her daughter’s words were for her…
(Note: This Postcard Story (#1) is loosely related to the Postcard Story (#2): Landscape: The Parc Monceau – Claude Monet – 1876)
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