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That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.

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Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

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The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the gray was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and pain...more

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Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.