WHAT DID YOU DREAM?
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When a small boy walks in the early morning sun, he reviews his dream as he chats with various objects which were part of it; in overly sweet words, he praises a peach, the tall grass, the sky, and his mother. In the pictures the boy seems deathly white against the artist's glaring colors which seem to have been spilled on the page and mixed with a heavy hand. These are in violent contrast to the self-consciously sensitive prose.