Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree.
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