Madelyn comes back from the coop with a dozen brown eggs speckled with straw and chicken shit. Her work is done. The day stretches before her with hours of free time for checking things out and making art. Out of nowhere, she asks me to paint with her. Madelyn is not yet three and an invitation of this kind is precious and unexpected. It had never happ…
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