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Vladimir Volegov Art
The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it
is the canvas upon which we paint our desires.
Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully
empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to
dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence
which we share and create.
Frank Herbert
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by
the surprise of its own unfolding.
John O'Donohue
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