Marie Nouvelle Studio
Art, simplicity, paintings and drawings
Friday, February 14, 2014
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Anaïs Nin
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