<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><rdf:Description rdf:about="https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/34274"><dc:title>3106.pjpeg</dc:title><dc:description>Half an hour before the first impact , my boss ask me , how do you feel that morning , I told him ,I have some pressure building in me since three months , I am not sure if it's me or something else , but it is about to blow , making gesture with my hand like my head was exploding, when the impact occure , my legs start shaking , the pressure was gone, I knew I had to do this painting .See more of my art at " defayette.com" I am the painter of the Apocalypse.</dc:description></rdf:Description></rdf:RDF>