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Drawing, 2021, ink on paper. 14.8 x 21 cm

Ornithology in a World of Flux

It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But so still I stood sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.

Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later.

Robert Penn Warren

Loulou Wang   Contemporary art Calligraphy
 

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