VT 14.6.13

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Don't buy copies of art.  If you can't afford the real thing, go for a walk and find a stone that looks as beautiful as a Brancusi sculpture.
 You can find amazing things in nature.


Axel Vervoordt
'Elle Decor,' Jan/Feb 2013

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