Remember when we went to the gallery
and found the landscape? You said the piece was little more than
primordial bits, shapes, lines, surfacing from chaos, like fragments
of us. I suggested it was integrated, balanced, and far more ordered
than confused. We placed it over the mantle. Now, in the divorce, we
each grapple for ownership of it, the pictified essence of
incompatible temperaments.
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