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December 13, 2005
the scream
I walked along the road with two friends-the sun was setting-I felt a breath of sadness-Suddenly the sky became red as blood. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death-seeing the flaming skies like a bloody sword-the blue black fjord and city-My friends walked on-I was left standing there trembling with fear-feeling one tremendous eternal scream going through nature.
Edvard Munch
Posted by amin at December 13, 2005 1:32 AM
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