When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. Like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. ![]() ![]() I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.
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