I like to think
that when Oscar painted
Camille,
it was their best time.
Afterward
Camille
becomes a blur on the beach.
But in all her detail
and naivete,
Oscar paints her
the last time
he really sees her.
They had coffee
and played with each other's feet
underneath millions of tables
during that time.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
I like to think
that when Oscar painted
Camille,
it was their best time.
Afterward
Camille
becomes a blur on the beach.
But in all her detail
and naivete,
Oscar paints her
the last time
he really sees her.
They had coffee
and played with each other's feet
underneath millions of tables
during that time.
Monet's the Woman in the Green Dress.
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