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Aiden Pugielli 2013



I repose myself under the shade of the wattle trees; I smell the musky tones of the country air as they bathe my fair skin and my flaxen hair. Artists come to observe me: they appreciate my beauty, my virtue, my subtle strength. Walter painted me as I walked the lonely hills and trails before he came to pass; fading like all things into dust and spirit. But I live on; stronger than ever, becoming more and more beautiful with age, and I will outlast all ages of man before the world is lost and its value forgotten."

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