They moved in unison familiar and easy, but in distinctly different ways. He with a long, thin cane and slow, careful steps, his eyes open and gaze nowhere. She held his arm, or maybe he held hers, and guided their path while whispering in his ear, reaching for his waist and turning his body to … Continue reading love and art
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