Poetry. (\'My thoughts / go back to / Jules Ferry Square / where I was given/the secrets of / unhappiness.\') And yet, despite the death of many close friends and colleagues, Jim Dine continues to be a purposeful and enthusiastic peripatetic celebrating the commonp.
There are many more dots to connect. (\'I am a child with red ears\'). "When you have circled the sun more than eighty times, mourning has become deeply folded into your daily life and memories are apt to make an unexpected appearance.
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