Original oil on canvas
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Even in the darkest night there is light.
“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.” - JEF
Go outside tonight when the moon rises and see it’s light. Think not backwards but forwards to your descendants your grandchildrens grandchildren.
We die twice, once when we pass and then again when your name is spoken for the last time.