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Emile Claus
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Rudolf Koller (Swiss, 1828-1905). Horses During a Thunderstorm, 1846. Oil on canvas.
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It seems suddenly that the years accelerate and move faster and faster which is sad. The ice cream cart, painted with white enamel, is now driving slowly down the street, ringing its musical bell to call the children out from the houses and tempt them to buy the bright cold ices. And I know that it is truly summer once more.
Sylvia Plath, in a diary entry dated 6 June 1951 from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath