A terrible weariness fills the soul of my heart. I feel sad for whom I never was, and I don't know with what kind of nostalgia I miss him. I fell, with every sunset, against my hopes and certainties.
Fernando Pessoa
August Sander
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a great black tooth, the ruined abbey of St. Hilda, stands high on the cliff above Whitby, facing every winds that is flown against it... -
An early 20th century rectangular hand painted ship's biscuit painted in oils with a profile of HMS 'King Alfred' 1901 ... -
Kettles Yard hold the biggest collection of works by the Cornish artist Alfred Wallis, presented in humble surroundings as if it were a ho...
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