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like the remembered tone of a mute lyre - Threshold
...she walked in through the out door.
like the remembered tone of a mute lyre
Da ist ein Augenblick, der alles erfüllt,
Alles, was wir gesehnt, geträumt, erhofft,
Gefürchtet, meine Beste, - das ist der Tod!

Goethe, Prometheus-Fragment

This year comes to its end. Death, scary menace. A good friend expects with dread his old father's death. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Another friend almost died in an accident some days ago.

It's not that easy.

Francesca Woodman - House #4

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