с любовью и всяческой мерзостью
Vincent Van Gogh: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I've seen many things, my friend, but you're right. Nothing... quite as wonderful as the things you see.
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The Doctor: I've seen many things, my friend, but you're right. Nothing... quite as wonderful as the things you see.
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