But then, in a shock, Joan feels the most perfect peace overtake her. What a gift. To have known Vanessa, and to have loved her. The way the universe had developed—the way God itself unfolded—was that Vanessa had been here for thirty-seven years. But Joan had been given four of them. She had been given so much of Vanessa when so few ever understood her at all. She had been given that face to sketch for the rest of her life. To spend her days trying and failing to capture her hair. In this one moment of brilliant clarity—a clarity Joan knows she will lose her grasp on within seconds, and have
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