The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.
- Sherwood Anderson
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Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
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