“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”

— Edvard Munch

Quote in Sustainable Landscape Construction: A Guide to Green Building Outdoors (2007) by William Thompson and Kim Sorvig, p. 30
after 1930

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Norwegian painter and printmaker 1863–1944

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