Yesterday was shaped by Kandinsky's move... This departure is what proves something for me... It is a friendship that overcomes a number of negative items, because the plus side stands firm and, in particular, because there is a link to my productive youth [in Munich]. (Paul Klee)

Yesterday was shaped by Kandinsky's move... This departure is what proves something for me... It is a friendship that overcomes a number of negative items, because the plus side stands firm and, in particular, because there is a link to my productive youth [in Munich].

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