Date: January 2015 We were running to get out of a storm when I stopped to take a photo of the flag. This man with a dirty, sweaty shirt passed by. I took the shot. It was not meant as a social comment.
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“It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.”
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