There must already be a poem about painting houses; how it’s all preparation, and goes faster if you’re patient and careful at the start; about cutting in with an angled brush pushed against the grain to just reach an edge or corner; about cleanup and dropcloths and stray speckles found weeks later. Every human endeavor, in good light, is like this.

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