Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

for painting. Raymond sat on the low wooden stool near my easel, holding a cup of Earl Grey tea while he looked at my unfinished canvas of the Oak Creek valley.

“The perspective is solid, Clara,” Raymond said, his gravelly baritone filling the small space under the eaves. “But you are using too much violet in the shadows.”

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