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The Painting "THE PAINTING" Sea blue sky tall green trees just a whisper of a breeze. Warming sun in Fall slant sliding through to every plant. Soil and grass moist and cool, a shiny little captured pool. Safe in shadows insects stir not knowing what will come for sure. Squirrels gather Winter's store to lock away behind their door. Birds are few no dancing song as most have up and moved along. A perfect blend of light and dark upon a canvas bold yet stark. Gently framed by how we see, not much to do for you and me. It's all so right and so in place, this painting by the hand of Grace. END |
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