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Anti-war graffiti seen at a military monument in Lexington, Kentucky
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Snowy road with figures by lamplight by Ludwig Munthe (Norwegian, 1841–1896)
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Flowers, 1973 by Marcel Delmotte (Belgian, 1901–1984)
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Fog Riders, 1895/6 by Albert Welti (Swiss, 1862–1912)
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Beloved Aphrodite, goddess who grants to us the greatest of joys, the harshest of sorrows, the sharpest of pleasures, the dearest of pains.
Aphrodite, freshest of Olympos’ flowers, your lightest touch can turn the hearts of men toward love;
with voice sweet as honey, sweet as wine, you speak words of persuasion, we hear and heed, rapt in wonder.
O Aphrodite, grace and beauty surround you, where you pass, the roses bloom, with sweetest scent and sharpest thorn: with reckless hands we grasp them.
Aphrodite, born of blood in the cold salt sea, born of the fallen sky, goddess whose kindness can be so brutal, whose cruelty we cherish,
blessed are your children, blessed those you favor, blessed those who have felt your might, blessed those who dwell in your domain.
Aphrodite, honored one, incomparable one,
with each breath I praise you.
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Poseidon, lord of the darkest sea-depths, lord of the crashing surf, your hair wet with brine, your eyes cold and blue, keen as
with waves. Within your domain we live only by your goodness and forbearance; with ease do you lay waste to great cities, do you
shake the earth till the works of men crumble. You raise the four great winds, you hone the rain to a cutting edge, you turn the waters
of your realm to cruel ice. By your might do floods destroy us, Poseidon; yours too is the deadly drought, the hard cracked dirt that
signals famine and fear. Our lives depend on your balance, Poseidon, on your generous heart and open hand. God of oceans, god of
the salt of life, I praise and honor you.
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