WATERMILL

Listen to the water-mill
Through the livelong day,
How the clicking of its wheell
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the autumn wind,
stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing,
Binding up their sheaves;
And the proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast–
“The mill cannot grind
With the water that has past.”
(Sarah Doudney)

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Subject	∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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