Did he feel it too, this upwellingof the heart that was in him?And that there is nothing finally,but simplicity? A single flower’s born,blooms, wilts, and dies, that’s all; so it seems to flowers. But the manwho painted flowers, what did he knowor see? What surface or what craftcould start or slow the upwellingof the heart […]
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