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She carried the canvas back to the broken-down Volvo. The mechanic laughed when she strapped it across the back seat. “You bought a painting? In Karlstad?”

Birger tapped his chest. “Heart’s done. Doctor says three months. My children don’t want the paintings. The city won’t hang them. So I let the river decide.” canvas karlstad

That’s when she saw the canvas.

Birger smiled. “Then you have exactly what it costs.” She carried the canvas back to the broken-down Volvo

“I don’t have any money,” she whispered. canvas karlstad

She drove home. And the next day, for the first time in two years, she unrolled a fresh white canvas of her own.