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Reading Rilke

It seems our own impermanence is concealed from us. The trees stand firm, the houses we live in are still there. We alone flow past it all, an exchange of air. Everything conspires to silence us, partly with shame, partly with unspeakable hope.

Silenced with Unspeakable Hope, 36×36 oil on canvas, 2010

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