van Gogh, Souvenir de Mauve, 1888
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no
problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was
people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits.
People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were
as good as spring itself.
Ernest Hemingway
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