Sunday, June 1, 2008
You see an easel...
It's all perspective. I see an easel and lots of art supplies out in preperation. He sees a shelter from the sun and a bucket of bubbles.
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Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realize we cannot eat money.
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