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If I had any talent and could illustrate my dreams, they would look a lot like this guy's paintings:

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Oddly synchronous considering he we were born in almost the exact same place, over half a century apart. He was a quiet man, lived most of his life with recurring visions of beauty and apocalypse, and finally died in a seemingly random stabbing last month.

Maybe he knew. Or maybe it was just chance.

...but rest assured, it will all happen again.