"We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods."

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Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

— Agnes de Mille