in art


In art one is usually totally alone with oneself.

- Paula Modersohn-Becker



the stormy March


The stormy March has come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies...
For thou, to northern lands again,
The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
And thou hast joined the gentle train
And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.

~William Cullen Bryan

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