Placeholder: [vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain. [vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.

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[vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.

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[vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
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the cover to Walrus, And that was the colors of the saucer? No, her swimsuit. (1967) #47 by Stephen Bissette and John Totleben
the cover to Alice: The Walrus, And that was the colors of the saucer? No, her swimsuit. (1967) #47 by Stephen Bissette and John Totleben
[vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
[vintage swimsuit man] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
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[vintage swimsuit woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
[vintage] A woman in swimsuit around a pond
[VOYAGE ART DÉCO (1925)] landifornia: The beach at Biarritz unfolded like a canvas of endless possibilities, the crashing waves beckoning to those who dared to ride upon them. She stood at the water's edge, the sun-kissed sand warm beneath her feet, a surfboard cradled in her arms. The salty breeze teased her hair, carrying the promise of adventure on its wings.
[kupka's style, straws, flows, colors, woman, soldier, full-length sleeping dead] C’est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu, Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut. Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine ; Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.
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