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If you read a book about some painter's life, or about fine art in general, you probably have been perplexed by that part when the auth...
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I was watching a movie and they start a short discussion about who’s beater men or women. I honestly become upset even before I hear the ...
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Oil painting by Eugenio Zampighi T here is an old lady I see her every now and then in the vegetables store or at the butcher’s. Onc...
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I n our neighbor lives an old cobber In the dawn he head for his store. With his hands coherent behind, And his back ...
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I’ve read definitions for love by philosophers, poets, novelist, religion men and scientists, yet I’ve never read definitions so sweet, true...
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painting by G. Mucha O, my love like a red, red rose, That ultimately in fall expires. No, that’s Burns’ s love not mine, For ...
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Any writer form any group most had a time when he couldn’t write anything; even a single line, or kept writing then scratching with a strong...
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picture from : Zim And Zou I woke up yesterday and thought it would be nice to take a shower before breakfast.. And it was! The smel...
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O nce upon a time, there was in a small town a beautiful girl named Sara. Sara ha...
