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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

WHEN WE WERE 24 and 58 / WHEN I WAS 59



When we were 24, I saw this in a dream:















A year ago yesterday I said goodbye to R.
Yesterday this flower bloomed:






















How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

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