I am still found hunting in my dreams for answers why man is so contaminated; although they are like deep shadows in the woods, silent alertness to the figures that come and go-swift and softly they fly by me, no indiscretion. Sometimes I try to repel the advance of the old vintage sumptuous building of a heroic ending, knowing my real age is not my dream age-and this is impossible for me at times, to stick to reality, but it is offered freely-this heroic dream state, but I suppose even in the woods, these woods, my mind tells my subconscious tells me, now its chief pleasure is in a kind of an elegant ending-that's how it should be, not how it is or will be, or was: why stick to reality, let's go to the impossible...
John Waterhouse
Michael Heizer
Pierre-auguste Renoir
sejour gastronomique
Rutherford Hayes
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