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in other words // sweet solitude

home. mississippi delta.

“when i stood alone on the gentle swell of the prairies in my youth and felt the sting or caress of the wind and held my head to the skies and breathed the hope of the blue and white and gold of the freedom above the horizon i was less alone than i have ever been.”
-clyfford still, 1956

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