after my friends and i walked around the phillips collection and saw works by renoir, delacroix, and more, wade said his grandmother lives very close thus we stopped by her apartment. there, i met the most beautiful woman i have ever met in my life.
She was an 88-year-old woman, known as Nona, with such a grace. Nona had a curly long and delicate blond hair and blue eyes and was wearing pearl earrings. She also had a jar full of stories as many as 88 years of life. She sat on the green padded wooden chair and told us about her travel to India… and beautiful scene of Venezia, Italy. She had lived in Italy and Germany (She’s a German thus had a German accent.) 
In Nona's livingroom, this painting was hanging on the wall. It was the first one I stood in front of and stared at her place. Then a grandson of Nona, my friend told me "that's her." Nona, who was getting some bread for us in the kitchen, came up and said she was seventeen and wanted to learn ballet. She never performed ballet dancing on stage as if she hoped, but an old woman has a painting of herself at 17 and she spoke of her dream she had to her grandson and his friends after 70 years... How beautiful.
On her table in livingroom, there was a German book about a town in Germany she had lived, an anatomy book, and a newly published W magazine! She even opened the last page of the W magazine and said the style, photo was very cool. In her room there was a sensuous looking drawing of a female nude and the drawing was Nona herself. Nona sat there her legs crossed and elbows on the chair arms for less than an hour… But as I left, I felt as if I read a great book. I thought I want to be like Nona when I get old.
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