I've been to ArtsFest today, and I was at the museum, looking at the pre-Raphelite paintings they've got hanging there and the colours were shining and the shapes were swimming and I felt all lifted up inside, almost as if my life had meaning again. Then i stumbled over to the gift shop, and there was a choir, singing something in Latin, and it made me think of despair and loss and it was beautiful in a sort of sharp-edged way and I statred to cry and it was perfect.
Oh, beauty.
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