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Changes, In the Wind

Want the change. Be inspired by the flamewhere everything shines as it disappears.The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so muchas the curve of the body as it turns away.What locks itself in sameness has congealed.Is it safer to be gray and numb?What turns hard becomes rigidand is easily shattered.Pour yourself out like a fountain.Flow into…

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Serious, True Work… Foreseen

The stamina of an old, long-noble race in the eyebrows’ heavy arches. In the mild blue eyes, the solemn anguish of a child and, here and there, humility—not a fool’s, but feminine: the look of one who serves. The mouth quite ordinary, large and straight, composed, yet not unwilling to speak out when necessary. The…