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All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

-Natalie Clifford Barney

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All Expression, All Art,

Natalie Clifford Barney

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All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

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