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Saturday, November 21, 2015

Hilarious

http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_eye/2015/11/20/hannah_rothstein_plates_thanksgiving_dinner_in_the_style_of_picasso_pollock.html
Posted by Michael Burns at 12:21 AM
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“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...” Annie Dillard
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