The term experience
child I had no concept of art and I walked past a shop window, with in a landscape painting. I fell in love was physics. The colors produced an intense emotion, and when I returned to the country house of my grandmother, I still thought I could not wait to see him return. I know now that he was not particularly beautiful, but this table has to train the emotion, a reflection of myself and mysterious incomprésensible.
Claire
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