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Wistful

I long to be the woman in the painting, in paisley smock and burnished oak room, sunlight glancing through airy lace as she places wildflowers in a copper vase. And not in this stone-cold apartment, with bone-white walls and hollow doors and standard aluminum windowframes, in denim issue, hammer in hand to hang this picture to relieve the bland.