He told me all sorts of things.
Like how he got his first job delivering hay and how he’d wished he’d finished college.
Then one day he surprised me.
What’s going on with you and, uh, Bryce Loski?
What do you mean? Nothing.
Oh, okay .My mistake.
Why would you even think that?
No reason .Just that you...talk about him all the time.
I guess it’s something about his eyes .Or maybe his smile.
But what about him?
You have to look at the whole landscape.
What does that mean?
A painting is more than the sum of its parts.
A cow by itself is just a cow.
A meadow by itself is just grass,
And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light.
But you put them all together...