After my husband died, when Eric called I asked him to paint a portrait of my husband. The painting arrived, I eased it out of its plastic wrapping and held in my hands my husband.
This was no mere painting to me: it was a piece of him.
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After my husband died, when Eric called I asked him to paint a portrait of my husband. The painting arrived, I eased it out of its plastic wrapping and held in my hands my husband.
This was no mere painting to me: it was a piece of him.
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