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Saturday, May 13, 2006

There is no death and art can prove it.

posted by Charity at 10:17 AM

4 Comments:

Blogger Ariel said...

this is a beautiful quote, my dear.

7:00 PM

 
Blogger Charity said...

or is it the insult of art...? that it is denial?

11:54 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where did you find it? Interesting read » »

9:57 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very cool design! Useful information. Go on! » »

11:39 PM

 

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