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Sparrow, pencil on filter paper, 2015 |
“Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like
the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the
contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been
brushed away by the finger of God.”
-Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey
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