Come, come here and see our faces we absorb the lights of the evening sky. Our city gives no rhythm to hold onto. I still go out and I have a rocking time, every time, every night. For every step I make, I bring my mom with me, I bring my dad with me. They evaporate as we are walking past the artificial light. Weren't you lost inside? We give them back to you. We will give them back to you. One day, One time.
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Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson | Studio in Montparnasse 1926.
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Charles Rennie Mackintosh. The Harvest Moon 1892
Pencil, ink, and watercolor on brown backing paper, 714 x 537 mm, The Glasgow School of Art.
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