When we were together, we mostly played with words and tried to laugh away our best opportunities to see each other clearly … Whenever there is the least sign of the nest becoming a jealous rival of the sky [,] my mind, like a migrant bird, tries to take … flight to a distant shore.

~Rabindranath Tagore (to Victoria Ocampo)

Aesthetic Blasphemy | Painting for a person breaking chains underwater to be free
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