Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Theodore Dreiser
Today's Mandala.
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I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it. J. D. Salinger, happy birthday Jerome David. -
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them. Sitting Bull
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