She has thick, wavy wild hair and sometimes she sings or dances, speaks out loud or cries when she paints large rolling strokes across a wet linen canvas. One side of her cottage is glass and the view is bright, living green. When it rains, she lights candles and invites her husband to lay on the floor with his head next to the glass so he can see what the grass sees. When she becomes a mother, she will teach her children to climb and they will all learn how to build a tree house together.
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