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We entered the garden after negotiating admission and purpose. The watercolour artists hung their work on the walls with the aid of the curatorial staff. Death reflected onto the past while looking forward. Woven sentiments rolled about until settled into their new order. The life-sized labours of the working multitudes were cast into permanent toil. This is a culture that begins and ends each day with a cleansing. The domestic arts and sciences of pride and necessity.