Christina's World hung over Meme's couch in a retirement community apartment, a metaphor for her inability to return to the beloved farm of her childhood.
“Such a beautiful piece of art,” someone absently commented. The story goes that Christina made it, dragging her limp legs one bony arms length after the other, uphill, through the pale, dry color of the wheat field bristle after harvest.
These take time: reconciling oneself with lost years; going on one's own from a lonely field to the threshold of Home.
~ fiction inspired by Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World ~
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