Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
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Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time.

— Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
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