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`Les brodeuses' To Edouard Vuillard

The wool in her right hand mingles with the light from the window warm as piano keys the red tapestry, her hair and the flowers centered under her feet. The younger, perhaps her daughter, holds the curtain up for more light shining on the other's blouse, warm as the smell of baking. One could settle here for a long afternoon of touch.

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