Orts #679

It was a hot summer day in August, so hot that I went over to that window, pushed it up about six inches and as I stood there, looking out, all of a sudden this curtain that had been lying there stale for years, God knows how long, began slowly to rise, and the birds crocheted on it began to move. My hair about stood on end. . . . I did many drawings for it because I was so moved by that sudden thing. 
    -- Andrew Wyeth 

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