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All precious things in this world are lonely..
I see everything I paint in this world, to the eyes of a miser a
guinea is more beautiful than the sun...
The Cottage..
The longing..
We do not remember days, we remember moments..
We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
We are all spiritual beings on a human journey..
Once there was a house..
Let imagination be a memory..
Up on the hill..
The flower way..
House by the roadside..
The royal past..
That old house..
beautiful piece of work..wonderful
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