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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’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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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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You know how blogs administrators advise you to comment on other people's blogs if you want to get more traffic ?. It’s cool ! I do that...
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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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O nce upon a time, there was in a small town a beautiful girl named Sara. Sara ha...
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Me and the night are friends; He asked me when we meet: “look at my moon; did you see- Anything beautiful as it ?!”. “No!” I answered and sm...
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