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I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.

My Name Is Marc, My Emotional Life Is Sensitive And My Purse Is Empty, But They Say I Have Talent.

You Could Wonder For Hours What Flowers Mean, But For Me, They're Life Itself, In All Its Happy Brilliance. We Couldn't Do With Out Flowers. Flowers Help You Forget Life's Tragedies.

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.