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Arnold Heim. Jungle, Gomez Farias, 27.04.1925.
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Abraham Simeonie
Bear - Inuit Sculpture
Galerie Art Inuit Brousseau
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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Emilie Preyer (German, 1849-1930): Still Life with Two Walnuts, Plums, Grapes, a Peach on a Branch and a Fly (via Dorotheum)
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What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin
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Palestine, between 1921 and 1923. Scholten, Frank (1881-1942)
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The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover
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For I know that the will Of the eternal Father Concerns you greatly. Under a thundering sky His sign is silent. And there is one who stands Beneath it all his life. For Christ still lives. But the heroes, all his sons Have come, and the holy scriptures Concerning him, While earth's deeds clarify The lightning, like a footrace That can't be stopped.
Friedrich Hölderlin: Patmos
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