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The Lament for Icarus, by Herbert Draper

saw this in the library today. well, in a book in the library. the real thing's in the tate gallery. took my breath away. thought i'd share...
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  1. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.25 June, 2009 16:07

    Can we please go to the Tate Gallery together?

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  2. Wonder Jens25 June, 2009 16:16

    One of my favorite paintings ever.

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  3. Unknown26 June, 2009 00:07

    yes, we can go to the tate gallery, as long as you don't mind me standing in front of this (and a few other) painting(s) for about twenty minutes or more.

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  4. Wonder Jens26 June, 2009 12:09

    i wanna go toooo :(

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  5. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.26 June, 2009 16:05

    Group trip! I'm sure we could get a discount.
    We will take our time, I promise. And no falling asleep like I almost did in Scotland...

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  6. Unknown27 June, 2009 00:46

    that was totally justified. you walked how many miles into the city right after your flight? and those were really nice couches in that gallery, soft and round and red...

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  7. lctortuga27 June, 2009 21:18

    Only 20 minutes? I could camp in front of this painting and just be awed and sad at the same time. So, see, I have to come, too.

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