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2 October 2007. Gentle October sun, sidewalk-planter plum leaves shift slightly in the breeze. Woman with her son's penguin drawing--Charlie, that would be--a insistent mess of black, white and orange--intense and innocent, just the way a five-year old... His name a scrawl at the top, then again four more letters--including the ch--in a kind of wampum block on right. The bird frontal, but unrevealing except for its presence. In the background--loopy violin reprise of Brahms at the county fair--a layer of smoothness applied evenly, everywhere...
The test of Ivan Karamazov: the tears of one unknown child...
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