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We are like music, each voice of it pursuing A golden separate dream, remote, persistent,
Climbing to fire, receding to hoarse despair.
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fletchingarrows: “ marcuscrassus: “ “ Armand Point - Portrait de Madame Berthelot (1895) ” ” a siren’s gaze ”
nobrashfestivity: “ Hasui Kawase Night Rain At Omiya, 1930 more ”
aseaofquotes: “Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin ”
daddyyankeefanclub: “ “ La Recamara Rosa by Hugh Holland ” ”
furtho: “Félix Vallotton’s The Cart, 1911 (via here) ”
art-is-art-is-art: “The Umbrella, Marie Bashkirtseff ”