"
He smiled, remembering her
hard grey eyes, her muscular arms, the way she always wore her hair short so it
wouldn’t get in the way when she worked. She was a tough woman, someone who
would never back down, never surrender. He’d hated her when he was a child, but
then during his teenage years he had begun to admire her. By the time she was
dying, he finally discovered that he loved her."
- The Bones of You
(Picture: Peasant Woman, 1885, Vincent Van Gogh)
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