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A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.

My Mother Never Forgave My Father

To Conquer A Piece Of Earth And Make It As Beautiful As One Can Dream Of It Being: That Is Art, Too. A Man Cannot Be Separated From The Earth. I Come Out Of The Garden Every Day Feeling, Oh, Inspired In A Way That One Needs In Order To Convert The Daily-ness Of The Life Into Something Greater Than That Little Life Itself.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.