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May 2014
Images of All the Ages rush in relentless, haunting Me.
Come then, I Welcome, Don't Restrain

For what good comes from forgetting of one age, giving preference to remember some Other Age that We may feel better.

It only seems better because we forgot to forget those Ages of Painful days.

Contrast creates strokes Forming Contours with Likeness of moving Color
Shows Us Dislikes with shading of Heavy Hand.

I say, Paint your Story Full with Palette of All your Ages.

**Makes for Interesting Art.
Just rummaging through old Boxes of Memories.
NuurSeraph
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