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They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well i was walking through and art gallery and saw this. I know it is not furry but I wanted to sumbit something quick. Well I wrote up a story about it and its nothing special its just something that i felt was my thousand words for this lone picture. so without further adue. here is An Untitled Literary Reference.

Paul C** ézanne - 1883-87**

An Untitled Literary Reference

By

Benjoe

Central Park as it is known is a little park in the middle of what is one of America's biggest cities. The people that visit are of many races and gender. It is a facsimile refuge from the huge, awe inspiring sky scrapers that seemed to defy gravity as they thrust upwards to where the clouds tread on their roofs. There were all sorts of paths that wound through its many trees. Bike paths for those who found the new style of movement enjoyable, walking paths for the rest of humanity who did not want to go gallivanting around on the two wheeled contraptions. If you were to walk these paths during this time you would not see jogging suits, short skirts or the like, it would be a rarity to see a girl alone with out and escort or female companion, "Did you see Jessie talk with James with no sign of her escort? How scandalous!" These were required or people would think you were not of the right morality!

There may have been a few kites in the places where the trees would not reach up and snatch them away from the young boys who were flying them. The young girls were probably near their mothers on the grass helping set out lunch from the wicker baskets. They may also be pursuing more tomboyish behaviors of marbles or flying kites of their own. The older girls were gossiping amongst themselves and with their neighbors who have come out on this wonderful day. The lads were talking to each other boasting of this and that as well eyeing the lasses out of the corner of their eye hoping to catch the glance of the one with the dark eyes.

The Fathers boasted a little more discreetly but nonetheless they were boasters of magnificent proportions.

"My company has had a rise in stocks and I have sold 35 shares with a profit of 1,000 each"

"Good night sir! Congratulations are in order! Stop over for lunch and we will share this nice port I received from my senator"

These fine gentlemen of the higher class swelled their vested chests with pride knowing their business was doing well and their profit for his family was ensured.

Along these paths you would also find scholars, teacher, professors and artisans of all classes high, low and middle. Scholars would come here to refresh their minds from the musty annals of their studies to realize there is a world out here besides those of Socrates and Aristotle. Teachers would sometimes take their class of young charges out to have a lesson on living things and show them a little of the world as they could. Professors would come here to get a new view on the world and maybe meet fellow colleagues and discuss new theories and topics. Artisans could be found in the shade where they could paint without the heat from the sun melting their pants as the sit behind their easels painting the local pond or the skyscrapers encroaching on this little bit of forestry.

One fine gentleman who happened to be a scholar closed an old book he was having trouble with, a book of little print, he took the glasses of off his nose and wiped them clean with the hem of his shirt blinking nearsightedly up at his worn ceiling. He put the half-moon glasses back on the ridge of his nose and looked out the window a stray hand stroking his thick beard as he ponderously looked out at the strip of greenery that was a few blocks away from his 8th floor apartment.

Making a decision he pushed the chair back away from his desk and picked up the little book and tucked it in his coat pocket. Adjusting the shoulders of his jacket to a better fit he reached out and took his derby hat from its hat stand by the door and he headed out. Taking the steps slowly he put one hand on the rail for the support and made his way down to the busy street looking around at the hustle and bustle of humanity walking, sometimes running. He shook his head grinning to himself at the energy of the young people he walked quickly across the street avoiding the horse carts and the new contraptions called automobiles. He got to the other side safely looking back as one of the new Ford cars went rumbling by and he wondered if he himself should get one but decided that it was not worth the money. Looking up at the street signs he made his way along with the huge crowds and entered via a side entrance to the park and walked along the trees slowing down as he listened to the rustle of the patient trees; the chatter of the squirrels and chipmunks busy gathering food for the cold winter fast approaching.

Along the path he took he stepped to the side as a pair of lads went whirring past on the bicycles their laughter ringing amongst the quite of the trees. He watched them go for a bit before stepping back on the path and resuming his solace listening to his footfalls on the concrete path the sometime crunch of the autumn leaves underfoot. Indulging in a bit of childhood folly he kicked at a mound of leave chuckling softly as he watched them scatter the wind taking them up to swirl in its invisible grasp. He soon reached an empty park bench just on the outside of a little copse of trees. Brushing of the dead leaves he sat down and pulled out the little book and thumbed to the page he was reading staring emptily at its pages for a few minutes before looking up taking a deep breath and letting it go in a sigh, letting himself get distracted by the laughter of a family a little ways away. He looked up in the sky watching the clouds scurry by as if afraid to let the gaze of the humans on the ground settle upon them. He settled more comfortably in the wrought iron bench and slouched a bit as he held the book up once again and began to read the words now easy to pick up. The wind rustled by whispering softly moving along the park rushing by the families and individuals that used this small patch of paradise for recreation who got so much enjoyment of visiting this grassy vista to swirl upwards to push the clouds away to other parts unknown.