"What was any art but
a mould in which to
imprison for a moment
the shining elusive
element which is life
itself—life hurrying past
us and running away, too
strong to stop, too sweet
to lose."
Willa Cather, novelist (1873-1947),
Pulitzer prize for literature, 1923
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Michaela, 16"x12" |
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