'Down here by the beach, I feel that I find an image of myself -- of life -- of my life. The strange smell of seaweed reminds me of her... In the dark green water I see the color of her eyes ... And life is like that silent surface (of the horizon) which reflects the light, clear colors of the air. And underneath, in the depths -- it conceals the depths -- with its slime -- its crawling creatures -- like death. We understand each other. It is as though no one understands me better than the ocean'. Edvard Munch
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