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Today I have entered the room of the hospital for people with psychiatric disorders. I have noticed strange pictures on the windows. Social worker Stase Ridikiene has said that they were drawn by one of the patience, who has left us already for some years. These pictures were all that remains from formerly so cheerful person.
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Was it indeed all that was left by our friend?
the flowers of the mind are their own beauty
ReplyDeleteart is all about the interpretation...sometimes of things are easily recognizable...other times by the things that are not...however, the awareness of that art is where the true beauty lies.
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