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4.01.2010

Amedeo

I ride my road bike like a country dog.  My blood just boils and pumps, and I can't no matter how much I pre-think and plan, hold back.  I chase the pick-up truck everytime.  Snapping and yelping, pelted by gravel.  It speeds away, and I have succeded in chasing a devil from my life. 

Yesterday as I stood and stared into the high river, all I could think of was Amedeo Modigliani.  I need to go visit his work at the Barnes.

Spring is upon me, the windows are open in the bedroom and I should be asleep.  Its dark and silent.  and life swirls on.  cheers, dlowe.

http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/modigliani/

http://www.barnesfoundation.org/

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