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Take the win.

Cloudscape (1939) by Paul Nash

Let’s relish this victory. There will always be a barren spot in the middle, unnerving, roots stretching through the soil, reaching out for each other but never touching. Let’s call it a win anyway.

He said: Why don’t you just tell the truth — concrete, plain, humble?

I said: All art is a form of seduction. What’s more direct…