art does not tell the truth. it tells truth
the truth would be , for example, that I have watched my children for nearly 12 years.
I say 10 in the poem it doesn't matter! 10 12 not important here. watching them is truth.
walking in a thunderstorm brings out joy in me and I speak, unrestrained to complete strangers, joking in loud voices about fruits being fresher in the rain and how wondrous the downpour is.
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