Personal journalI was walking along the road with two friends. The sun was setting. I felt a breath of melancholy-Suddenly the sky turned blood-red. I stopped, and leaned against the railing, deathly tired- looking out across the flaming clouds that hung like blood and a sword over the blue-black fjord and town. My friends walked on-I stood there, trembling with fear. And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.Edvard Munch1892★ 1.9
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