I was working on this painting when I heard a good friend of mine, Terry Latture, was dying. This is dedicated to him.

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Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirit, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

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