Her mind is a cauldron of chaos, her own doggerel has made her vomit, the bitter taste thick on her tongue – some words give her indigestion. Vincent must have felt the same painting a starry night in Saint-Remy. But she loves the fruity fragrance of words that fly in her mind like a sunny […]
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