To remember the specific detail, the forgotten temperament, the smaller person, the subtle color…that was everything. Drowning in the bigger picture, the never ending noise…the busy world which would not cease talking and posting. It was time for the single petal, the nuanced emotion of a child’s face, vanished in a split second.
To miss these details, in the end meant missing absolutely everything important.
She was desperate to paint, to breathe, to touch the lost second, the unheard words…the skin’s touch…the truth.
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