individual glass panels protect valued art from wandering touch without diminishing its lasting effect on tangled souls who feel too much the story before us, layered bold with strokes of paint from days behind, reinforces our shared life’s mold and paints us in brighter design where, in the hush of the gallery with fluorescent lights flickering above, you lace our fingers with the delicacy of a brushstroke heavy with love
the love language of museums | Hope Meierkort
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