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Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born ..
~ Anais Nin
~Art by Inge Look
Lawren Stewart Harris (Canadian, 1885 – 1970)
Lake Superior, Sketch XLVII, 1923
“The evening slowly ambered and the sun got cold yet fervent. There was emptiness without any sign of human activity. Room was filled with sun rays relaxing on the sofas, mashing and peeking through the glass window.