His first solo exhibition was three months away. Too much friction everywhere. The impressionist brothers had become near enemies. Arguments about politics, about art, about everything. And home meant eight kids.
He left Poissy, a city he hated anyway, and went looking for seascapes in Normandy.
That's what he needed. Waves crashing on the cliffs. Again. And again.
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