All Shall Pass

For a while there my studio was a little white house in the country.
The previous owner had just died after living there for some years after his wife passed away. It was kinda weird as someone came up, took some papers then immediately placed the house on the market leaving everything else as it was. Very Marie Celest!
The whole house was filled with a feeling of deep peace.
The afternoon summer breezes would endlessly play with the curtains.
Day after day I would quietly paint, watching the patterns of light on those soft curtains, hoping we could all leave such peace, when it’s time to move on

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