”The skin on my fingers is covered in paint stains, even after scrubbing them. My hands are stiff with cold. I am brushing the empty walls of the new house with paint—pretty words like Bibliothèque, Ritual, and Côte d’Azur. Lots of splotchy squares. Watching light and shadow change each hue as it dries.”. Read More at iBelieve.com.
Moving Out – Settling In
