
Gustav Klimt The Park 1909 Dr. D feels his own golden age coming on. It’s just a bit dark gold. Nothing a good polish can’t help, I’m sure. In the end, the spirit is familiar: A man only begins to grasp the true meaning of life when he plants a tree under whose shade he knows he will never sit. That is literally how he finishes this: It’s going where it’s going, as I grow plants and make
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