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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands,
Life was meant to be seen?
Our only job
To notice the bird in the tree
This is a little poem on being fearless that I wrote to accompany this painting....
The country where he lives
by a ghost of an old forest.
In the cleared...
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all...
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