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“Here! ” she says aloud to her self. “Here! ” is one step from Heaven. The lake is a little piece of shattered glass courting the sun’s attention. The word a sprig of thyme. Roads scattered threads from an overturned sewing kit. The horizon resonating between sea & sky & why building mountains out of clouds floating by an Avalon out of a sunset. “Sit! ” she orders an ecstatic Irish setter. It licks her now bare feet. Even the far away sea seems to sit for its portrait not daring to draw breath as the paint captures it. She breaks open the Chardonnay toasts herself as the last bit of sunset seeps into her painting.