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Theo's letter to his mother on Vincent's death,
"I don't have the words to tell you how sad I am;
I can find no consolation. I feel such great pain.
I will never be rid of him, for as long as I live, perhaps
the only thing that can be said is that he at least
found the peace he so longed for . . . life was
such burden to him; but of course now, as it so
often is, they all praise him, praise his talent;
oh mother, he was my own brother."
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~~~~~~~~~
the night here by the ocean is filled
with fog, a mist that has come and
gone for days, in ancient times they
called it the dragon's breath, i feel
comforted in the dark hidden shadows
that seem to abound during these
mystical times, i feel as if the earth's
magic is stirring within me, at times,
as if i have almost summoned the
spirits of old to me, to commune and
take counsel, to court a sleeping rite,
i drew a rune upon the earth, i drew
card, i drew upon the canvas of my
dreams, strange visions and patterns
fill my inner world, the mist moves
with the wind, shadows dance about,
fog,
arthur,
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May 2003
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