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Are we not all suddenly cast to sea, our world shaken to liquid around us? The horizon heaves as we scramble moment by moment to make sense of our surroundings and to try to make progress toward solidity. Our condition is beyond understanding, rooted only in hope.

I am painting this frustration in oils, over and over, trying to find a place of peace.

Some Grievance from Our Heart to Tear

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