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Christmas - Paul Batch , 2020.
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Oil on panel , 8 x 10 in.
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Sayat Nova, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "I traveled the world"
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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury
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Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”
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“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
— Unknown
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Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; “Flight”
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“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”
— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness
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