Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
… what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
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Stained Glass Window from the Mrs. George T. Bliss House, New York, 1908.
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La Danse des Fiançailles, 1885.
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Chinese Robe, Maren Froelich
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The Spanish Shawl, Ruth Pratt Bobbs
My Father’s Hands by Calvin Worthington
His hands were rough and exceedingly strong. He could gently prune a fruit tree or firmly wrestle an ornery mule into harness. He could draw and saw a square with quick accuracy. He had been known to peel his knuckles upside a tough…
— William S. Burroughs
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