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PURCHASE THE DIGITAL COLLECTION (2013)
William Holman Hunt
B. 4.2.1827 London / D. 9.27.1910 London
Thought I recognized you over there on the wall.
Are you dry yet?
Donít look it, my dear, you donít look a day over the day you made the easel weep by leaving.
I am not just saying that.
You make me smell the turpentine you gorgeous fiasco you!
Donít let them say, Didnít anybody have a camera?
Donít listen when they do!
To talk of cameras:
How thick-skulled can these people be.
That woman passed out on the floor before you, I distinctly heard the marble crack beneath her head.
But what was it she murmured, just before the swoon?
Something about jigsaw puzzles, donít make her do this puzzle, too many pieces
I declare, quite beyond me
something about a piece already missing
(doubtless taken by her cat, she looked the type)
and a lackóno, an entire lackóof air.
Consolation Site: Oy vey!
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