Father
The one brings sunshine in his presence
And dullness in his absence.

The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, 	In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

There was a pause. She said, “I hate you.” I nodded. “I know.

Written By Barry Eisler

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