the image comes forth
not like a grand sonata
but like a sweet giggle
Haiga 12
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves "It's pretty, but is it Art?" - Rudyard Kipling
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” ― Robert Frost
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