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January 23, 2012 / Keely

Finger Prints

The window on her world showed finger prints left by the painters the previous fall.  Braced on ladders leaning against the brick wall, they raised and lowered the sash to brush in all the surfaces of the wooden frames.  Sounds and smells associated with the job filtered into the house.  Bits of conversation and fragments of news and music from their radios floated on the air.

On rainy days, the prints were barely visible.  Today, the sun poured through, clearly defining where the painters had been and what work still needed to be done as one season turned into another.

Written by Janet Yung

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