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Art work by: ALBERT SHVILLY |
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"I took my pill at eleven. An hour and a half later, I was sitting in
my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained
only three flowers-a full-blown Belie of Portugal rose, shell pink with
a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta
and cream-colored carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk,
the bold heraldic blossom of an iris...At breakfast that morning I had
been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors. But that was no longer
the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I
was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation-the miracle,
moment by moment, of naked existence." |
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