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Once upon a time, a man
It was a deep, penetrating sleep -- a sleep of shallow jungles and overgrown houseplants, of men dwarfed by weeds and sofas in the middle of the forest. And color! Color -- bold, bright, childlike Color -- abounded while snakes swooned and women slept dangerously. Ah, yes, it was a good dream.
But when Henri was awake, he was wide, wide awake.
from the table and stood before the canvas. He started at the top of the canvas and slowly worked his way to the bottom, painting first the blues and greens, then the reds and yellows. Finally, when the painting was
almost perfect, his wife knocked on the
door.
"Henri," she said (in French, of course), "you must go to work now."
The life of Le Douanier isn't easy, but he believes in himself.
And more importantly, he believes in the Wonderful World around him.
Welcome to the World of
Henri Rousseau
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of modest means fell asleep. 
