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Charles Burchfield, Journals, , June 29, 1945

Thursday, June 29, 2017

In bed,—the lightning increases in brilliance, almost continuous—the wind rises; the poplar tree outside my window, a writing tortured black many fingered mass, with wild lightning curling around it—(trees—crazy black shapes, outlined with phosphorescent yellow and emerald, against the vivid white)— I felt all the thrill of 1915.

Charles Burchfield, June 29, 1945