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Nature doesn’t want you to know her secrets; it would prevent her from roaming unfazed. She has caused enough nuisance for us already, and that isn’t acceptable.

Her canvases are of an artist who has sold his soul. The boorishness, the repetition! In elements of surprise, she makes sure to always overdo it. Conversely, works that demand stillness and bliss are never quite realized. So, add lazy to inauthentic also.

A flinching liar too, she contradicts herself to those who attempt to track her. He who pursues her, and he who does not, may both hit the same often siliceous walls.

We? Should we leave her alone? I don’t know!

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