Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth

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INTERESTING STORIES BEHIND THEM, BUT WHAT YOU KNOW IS THAT REALLY THERE ARE JUST DULL, DULL SOULS,
MERE CONSUMERS OF FOOD, WHO THINK THEIR INSTINCTS ARE EMOTIONS AND THEIR TINY LIVES OF MORE ACCOUNT THAN A WHISPER OF WIND.
The blue glow was bottomless. It seemed to be sucking her own thoughts out of her mind.
'No,' whispered .
He advanced slowly towards her. His voice, when it came, was a hiss.
YOU SAY THAT TO ME? YOU STAND THERE IN YOUR PRETTY DRESS AND Susan, 'no, I've never thought like that.'Death stood up abruptly and turned away. YOU MAY FIND THAT IT HELPS, he said.'But it's all just chaos,' said Susan. 'There's no sense to the way people die. There's no justice!'HAH.'You take a hand,' she persisted. 'You just saved my father.'I WAS FOOLISH. TO CHANGE THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL IS TO CHANGE THE WORLD. I REMEMBER THAT. SO SHOULD YOU.Death still hadn't turned to face her.'I don't see why we shouldn't change things if it makes the world better,' said Susan.HAH.'Are you too scared to change the world?'Death turned. The very sight of his expression made Susan back away